I hate scary days.

By scary, I mean days when my depression is so bad that I just want to crawl into a hole and never come back out.

Tuesday was one of those days.

And it has taken until today for me to fell okay to talk about it.

Nothing really caused it. In fact, Monday I was totally fine. I even cancelled my therapy appointment for Monday because my back was really hurting. I thought I'd be fine without going. To be honest, I don't think going to the appointment would have helped anyway.

I just got into a complete funk and couldn't get out.

I tried resting, sleeping, staring at the television -- nothing seemed to work. I was so glad it got to bed time and my sleep medications did their job and I was able to sleep the whole night.

I woke up Wednesday in a completely different mood.

I wish I knew why the depression was so aggressive on Tuesday. Just when I am thinking I am feeling okay, this happens and I feel like I am back to square one again.

Oy.