So a gal that I’m acquainted with told me that she didn’t know why I was depressed. I managed not to reach through the computer screen and give her the finger (by thinnest of margins and a dab of physics), but it did irritate me. I’m not saying I have it worse than everyone in the history of ever, but I think I do have a more than few things on my plate.

List time!

~In two months, I’m moving away from my life in Alaska and everything I’ve built to go to Texas and act as a caregiver for my grandfather.

~I’m going to be leaving the friends I’ve made over the last 11 years; close friends, who know all my faults, but love me anyway.

~I’m going to leave a job I love to change Depends and clean a house that isn’t mine.

~Meanwhile, I’m sharing a one bedroom with my husband and two other people. My husband and I are supposed to be newlyweds, but we have no privacy and no chance to enjoy each other.

~We thought that my husband had a work-from-home job in the bag, so that it wouldn’t be a problem for him to move down with me, but that is looking shakier by the day. No certainty makes Dierdre a dull girl.

~My husband has a hole in his heart, and we’re in the process of working with the doctors to fix it. A long, uncertain, hideously expensive task.

~My mother-in-law (who I adore) has cancer.

~My mother has a chronic cough that no doctor can explain, and that, coupled with all the stress in her life, is wearing her thin.

~My grandfather, who helped raise me, is in a long, slow decline, and I’ll get to watch it happen every day.

~I have cyclothymia and anxiety, which is basically icing on this shit cake.

There’s more, but that’s the big stuff. It’s enough for me to be a just a touch miffed at the universe, don’t you think?

On a good note, the depression group went well. We’re having another one this Thursday, so here’s hoping the trend continues. *Crosses fingers*