Do you have any idea how hard it is to take a shower when we are depressed, bipolar or otherwise? Washing our hair takes a herculean effort. Forget about shaving our legs. In fact, we forgot about that a long time ago. And then we know all that follows – drying hair, makeup. ETC.
Last week I showered on Thursday. Slept a lot. And finally took a shower on Tuesday. That is four days of stank. Four days of greasy hair. Four days of “I just don’t give a fuck.” You see, I just didn’t have the reason or energy to try. I am good now.
It is important to have a purpose. Whether that be a parent (of a two or four-legged one), a worker, a friend. I, honestly, believe everyone has a talent and a reason for being on this Earth. You may not yet know that talent, but I promise it is there.
I got a job and I am happy. I think this is a MUCH better fit and I will excel at it. I think I will get to use some of my talent. We’ll see.
But having to go to work will get me in the shower. It will take this depressed person and give her a purpose.