Sack of Bricks
Imagine you're driving in your car, carefree. Singing along with the radio. Minding your own business. Things are cool. Then, without warning, your car spontaneously falls apart in the middle of the road. You never noticed a problem, and it stuns you and leaves you stranded, stuck to the pavement holding the steering wheel. That's what it's like dealing with a depressive disorder. That's what it's like to be me on any given day. Most days I'm good- I'm the zoomy little car zipping down the road. Then I have days like today, where, without warning or reason, it's a chore just to drag myself out of bed. Nothing triggered me, nothing happened, and today was supposed to be a good day-I just wasn't feeling any of it. I got up and dressed strictly out of obligation, but it took me until 2pm. I dragged myself practically kicking and screaming to a family function two hours late. I spent the next three hours barely communicating with friends and