Rain = Depression?

Normally you give me rain and I’ll get cozy in bed with fuzzy socks and a good sappy movie. Rain usually gives me the excuse to do absolutely nothing. But lately, this obsessive rainage is giving me depressionage.

Can constant rain give someone depression? Seriously.

I haven’t walked/ran in weeks. Sure, I could get a gym membership but I’M BROKE. And pilates indoors just ain’t cutting it for me. Then of course there’s the sense of failure I get when walking by my plants that I cared for so tenderly this summer which now have died and gone to plant hell. There’s no turning back for them, at least I don’t think so. I feel I’ve let them down.

In the summer there’s so much to do when you’re bored: swimming, 4-wheeler riding, taking walks, exercising, tending to plants – I could go on. Now the only thing to do is #1. watch movies, #2. cook and eat (which is not helping me in any way, shape or form), and #3. scrapbook. While I love to do all 3 of those things, doing those things day in and day out will make you crazy.

That’s all.