Step Away From the Cake

 I've been saying that a lot lately. A large part of it has to do with school. I have kids whom I just wish to kill and so by saying I don't care, I kind of remove the emotion from it. It works. I have become a lot more detached this year and that allows me some sanity. I can walk away from an encounter and not relive it all weekend. So it works well there, but I have found it bleeding over into the rest of my life. For a while, I was so motivated to do things and try things and learn things. Now I find myself in a funk that I am really having difficulty getting out of. And once I get into a funk it permeates all areas of my life. I'm not doing the classes I was so interested in. I'm not working on the dog collars I was so interested in learning. I'm not working on my Etsy shop or my Shopify site. I'm just not doing much of anything. I had some great ideas for some things to really put a twist on them and make them my own. I'm not doing that. I'm taking

 With me, realizing I am in a depressed state is always more than half the battle. Once I realize it, I can generally fight my way out of it. This time it's not working so well. While I definitely feel better than I did, I'm still not out of it yet. I'm struggling to do anything. I don't want to make things. I don't want to work on my store. I don't want to work on my classes. I don't want to do a lot of things. I can't seem to find the joy in anything. I'm trying to fight through it as I know action will help kick depression, but I just don't see it working this time. Maybe I'm tired. Maybe it's this drug I'm taking. Okay, just checked and not really. Clinical studies showed people taking this had less depression than those not taking it. But it could be a contributing factor. I think some of it is that I'm just tired. Tired of this business. Tired of trying to make a success at something. Tired of banging my head against the wal