the wiener mom is a sad sally

she is. A sad, sad, sack of sally. Why?
Don't know. Sometimes it's like that. With the depression.
Which is what I have. For a long time.
Enough with the non-sentences; I can't even write in my normal extra-long run-on sentence, made up punctuation style.
I have had depression for many years and been on meds for many years and mostly do okay. There are times, however, when the depression seeps through the meds and Sad Sally makes her appearance. Daddy wiener always asks, "But what's WRONG?"
No answer. There isn't really anything WRONG. I can't point to a hurt feeling, or stressful incident, just a general feeling of blah-ness.
Hard to return phone calls, emails, just don't feel like going out. The kicker is that if I did those things, I'd probably feel better. If I could just make myself.

I'll be back soon, I hope. Gotta ditch Sad Sally.