I've been depressed for a while. Probably about a year, maybe longer. It's started affecting my work. I stopped providing project updates on time. I'm slipping on other deadlines. I let myself go physically, and now I'm very out of shape. I was in denial about it. I tried to say that I just need to buckle down. I need more self discipline. I don't know what brought it on. I don't know why I stopped being as productive. I'm not really sure. Then my dog died. And I couldn't function any more. The grieving process is hard enough. Now I don't know where my emotions are coming from. My grief, my depression, me? I'm in therapy now. Every 2 weeks. I started journaling. I hope that one day I can get back to where I was before. I think about it sometimes. The me before depression.

I enjoy reading, playing WoW, and helping out with my local community theater.