but trying to do things to make myself feel better. The old familiar sadness, is there a reason?  The tears, is it the season? The hollow, emptiness. The negative thoughts, the heaviness, yes this is what I was afraid of now that I can’t take antidepressants. Now what do I do? Let’s see what my psychiatrist pulls out of his hat now. Contacted him, haven’t heard back. Don’t like to feel bad, I have people to see, places to go and cooking to do. Haha. The sunglasses are not just to look cool, they stop you from crying from the shallot vapors. Crying, been doing much too much of that already. Wish I could wave a magic wand and make illness disappear. Sorry, I know this post is totally uninspired. Promise I’ll write a better one soon.