Funny how depression takes me on a continuous rollercoaster ride.
I was "up" today, when I finally (after almost a decade!) decluttered all my DIY stuff - nails, screws, hooks, tools... It was an emotional path on memory lane because most of the stuff belongs to many different DIY project Alberto and I made over the years, and some project we never had the chance of complete.
But the ride stayed on the "up" path of the rollercoaster.
Then I had a sandwitch and something happened, something small - someone didn't listened to me and acted as if I was not there at all.
In that moment I plunged on a very deep "down".
Now all I want to do is going to sleep - close my eyes hoping that when I reopen them I will be with Alberto again.
But, alas... I know that the rollercoaster will bring me up again, and down, and up... And down...
