Why does anything that seemingly brings joy or comfort feel like a luxury since my metastatic cancer diagnosis? I’m truly not one to just let opportunities for fun and friendship go by and there’s no depression happening either chemically in my brain or circumstantially. No one could blame me for feeling depressed either. But it doesn’t describe how I’m truly feeling nor how all this is affecting my emotional well-being.
I climbed out of bed at 4:30. 4:30 PM. Oh god. The daylight hours dwindle quickly away. Off goes my husband – who is suffering from severe depression and doesn’t wake up unless I do – to grab my stepson from school. Wishing I had gotten up hours ago, let’s say 8 hours ago, I