Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Depression. De De Depression.


Yes, I can honestly say I'm a depressed individual. I am untreated. I live with it. But, I am not the type of depressed person that is debilitated. I am able to function, move on with my life, push discomfort aside. Being a mom has actually magnified this talent for me. No time to feel sorry for myself.

But, it will come out. And I think this week is my week. I know when I'm really buggin' because I have an overwhelming need to shop. Shopping gives me a very happy high feeling, and then it spices it up with a good gut wrenching dose of guilt. 

Things I've bought this week-

  • Chi flat iron
  • 3 Victoria's Secret Bras and 5 undies
  • Numerous Chipotle meals and Lattes from Starbucks
  • 100 dollars in Sephora make up and skin care
  • Unnecessary clothing for Wyatt
I'm typing all of this out because I gotta get a hold of myself and stop giving myself such a false sense of happiness. The reality is the guilt of these purchases is way more overwhelming than my depression itself. 

I know I'm not the only one that loves the feeling of shopping alone, buying shit like you're rich. It's nice to just pretend that you have no cares. Am I right?

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