17th DEC 2009 - BIRTHDAY

Its my birthday today and so far I have had a voice message from my granddaughter and an insult from my son. The other son has yet to ring. Dean has also forgotten.
I still can't shake this depressed mood. I do suffer from chronic depression, (chronic means long-term.) Most of the time the Prozac (Fluoxetine) levels my brain chemicals adequately for me to function and sometimes it doesn't. Prozac doesn't get one high. When it works one actually is just normal, able to get out of bed, to wash and dress and to cook. When the mood takes over a terrible apathy takes one and everything is too much trouble - even eating.
I would go mad if I couldn't write and so I force myself to try to write something every day even if its just a complaint.
I tend to bottle things up from people which is why its essential I write. I am still in bed, unwashed and hungry. I think I'll spend the day here.