Procrastination could just be a guy thing, not a sign of depression.
Whatever the cause, I am going to be one of those last-minute husbands today, rushing around to select just the right card from the picked over selection left after the early birds claimed their worms (cards). And then it’s a visit to the chocolate shop, to pick the right treats.
Oh, and did I mention the roses?
All this focus can be very overwhelming. This year, it is not that I am too anxious or feeling too depressed to plan and prepare for Valentine’s day. The truth is, I have been very busy at work and at home and have not made choosing Valentine’s presents a priority yet.
All week I have been working 10-hour shifts and have been going to bed between 2 and 3 AM.
So, my internal alarm clock all messed up. And on top of that, my mind has been skipping around with home projects and home office projects. I even missed my therapist appointment on Wednesday. It was on the calendar, I was looking forward to it, and that morning, I never even thought about the fact that I had the appointment.
I have always looked forward to my sessions with my therapist.
How could I have parked that reminder in a part of my brain that became overloaded? Or did I just not remember I had the appointment? And am I overthinking this? After all, I have been busier than normal, and my sleep patterns have been turned upside down.
So that’s enough of my wallowing around in a pity party.
It’s time to get a shower, get dressed and head out to the store. I have another errand in town and can get my shopping done while I am there.
Wish me luck as I make the best choices from the remaining cards.
My concealed depression is written under the alias “Depression is not my boss.” I have certifications in SMART Recovery and am a Global Career Development Facilitator.
Last year, I was diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder.