It’s Saturday and I’m up early, checking mail and drinking coffee before work. Working Saturdays isn’t the bad part – it’s the craziness that goes with it, the people I deal with.

I was planning on baking cookies, but I didn’t feel like taking out the big mixer. I wish I could just make the fresh cookies appear. Wait, that would be a dangerous ability.

I have contests I want to enter, posts I want to write, reviews to do, but I only ever spend enough time online to check my bank account and my inbox.

I know I’m struggling. I’m since looking clearer at myself, noticing how tired I am, how I feel, where my interests are. I know I’m depressed, but finding a counselor in my budget here is becoming a difficult task. So, I continue to tread water.