On Being Depressed

There are many ways to get time off of work. Becoming suicidally depressed is my least favorite. Depression sucks. I'd gone for two months without a glimmer of the blues, when BAM! the fog of depression dropped out of the sky and swallowed my life for a few days. Away went my plans to work two full-time jobs to catch up on bills. And away went my steep upward trajectory at work. Depression highlights all of my worst tendencies. Forget about showing up late, I don't show up at all. My typically scattered brain fragments into little pieces and I can't keep my attention on a task for longer than a few seconds. Can't understand my sentences? When I'm depressed, every statement is a slowly stitched together spew of nonsense. I'm glad to be back from the land of the neardead. I'll sign up for some of those electrodes as soon as they're available.