Why is it that wonderful fun sunny days are followed by blue cloudy rainy days?
Yesterday was fun. I cycled about 40km with a friend. It was beautiful and sunny. The parks were packed with people tired of being cooped up all winter. I twisted my ankle at the beginning of the ride. Stupidly losing my balance and hitting the edge of the curb with my foot. Peddling didn’t seem to bother me and I certainly wasn’t going to stop.
Today I can barely put any pressure on my foot and I’m so mad at myself. Mad because I just want to sit here and cry. Mad because I can’t get out and hike to make myself feel better. Mad because just when I think I’m feeling better and I can beat this damn depression, I have days like this. I wonder if it is even worth taking the drugs since I continue to have days like this.
Tomorrow is another day…