Then again, if is not Bipolar depression then is what was known as melancholy.
My thoughts are a rollercoaster of emotions, one moment I am happy or at least content with my life, the next I am sad and feeling doomed, shameful, worthless, guilty and not
deserving of anybody's attention.
I am a weak-minded person. Meaning that I am easily influenced by the environment that surrounds me at any given moment.
I want to get healthy, shed some pounds and be ready for when my grandson or granddaughter arrives. Junior says that is wrong to hang on somebody else's life our own goals and dreams, but even thought I think he's right, If I set those goals for my own sake, I know that I would lose interest soon after planning anything.
But then I get desilussioned and discouraged when I don't see any changes in my physical appearance. I went to get a membership in a gymnasium and visit three to get options to decide, but I didn't decide on any and here I am.
Trying to figure out who am I, or is it who I am? Who knows?
Nobody knows how hard is to live like this. And I am perfectly aware that whatever is wrong with me, it's no match to what other innocent people are suffering about.
