I guess it's depression. I cannot motivate myself to do anything. I don't know what is triggering it. I suppose it could be another half hearted diagnosis at my doctor's. I don't think he sees it through before he pulls the rug out from under me.

No news from my boys. Yet, I am not thinking about them, really. Not enough to figure that is the reason for my distress.

I look at my house and cringe at all the things that I should be doing to maintain it. I am pretty sure I need psychiatrist. That is long overdue.