Depression: Late or Not?

Finally, I’m caught up. Feels like a million entries I’ve edited or written in the last 24 hours.

The most interesting observation through all this was a note on one day that I was horribly late for work, and a note on the very next day that I got in at a reasonable time. Both days I arrived at the same time. My brain is so mixed up it seems. I know that I am the poster child for black and white thinking, but normally, it’s that everything I do is wrong or stupid or horrible. Here I had evidence that I thought the same action was horrible one day and great the next—and I didn’t even notice until I read back through things. Maybe one day my brain will make sense.