It's my birthday today. Unfortunately, I've been on my feet almost constantly since I woke up. Now is the first real chance I've had to sit down.
I was recently diagnosed with depression which makes sense since I've been growing steadily more and more miserable over the past 5 years.
A local doctor referred me to a councillor who was supposed to call me to tell me when a proper assessment of my state of mind could be scheduled. I recieved a letter yesterday which explained that they tried to call me but couldn't get through. This is utter rot as I saw the doctor write down my telephone number correctly and I've received no missed calls on my phone which has been on constantly since I met with her. The letter also said that if I don't contact them quickly, I will miss out on my session. The thing is, I read the letter just as their phone lines were closing for the weekend.
My depression reached a new peak shortly after my diagnosis was confirmed and our Tuesday D&D session made me feel awful. I've gone to 1/4 of the sessions held partly for this reason. On the plus side, it's given one of my players the chance to flex her DMing muscles and, if not for the fact that her players are having a higher mortality rate under her than me, she would seem to be doing well, though I have previously mentioned our group's obscene luck with the dice.
Well, all I can say is that the last time I remember being happy was a direct result of me having regular internet access so I don't know when or if I'll be getting better any time soon.