This morning I was in bed trying to get a second dose of sleep. A thought came to me and said wouldn’t it be better to die now and forget about life? I was so sad. I felt sad and tried to fight off that thought. Then I had other sad thoughts that told me to get rid of my dog. To give him away. I love my dog and want him to be happy with me. I couldn’t stand it anymore so I got out of bed and joined my dog in the kitchen where we are now. He’s a loyal and faithful dog and loves me always and I love him always.

This sadness is extreme for me on a Saturday. Weekends are worst for me and my depression. I’ve taken meds for it and with the day going I’m feeling the sad thoughts recede from my mind and my body. I can tell I am getting more like my normail self now.