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?