Keeping a good attitude is hard

I am really trying to keep a good attitude when things go badly. Fall down,pull yourself up and move kind of stuff. Sometimes, it even works.

Other times, though,I just feel myself a failure. When does it become too hard to pull yourself back up? Or worse,decide it is just better on he floor....

I used to be very sharp and intellectually strong. That has changed radically in the past years, and it is making me think badly of myself. Is it just depression? Or fibro fog? Or the cobwebs resulting from too little mental exercise, of disuse? Or is it something more sinister? Too many medications?

Let go from a job for not meeting expectations. Not qualifying for something else, due to not meeting expectations. Is my brain to old to re-shape itself into something new? I am debating seeing my doctor again with these concerns. IS it time to go for disability? I do not think I am disabled, but this whole job thing I seem to be failing at--and my skills do not seem to be up to par. IS this just me, too stuck in the ivory tower rut to make it in the real world?

When the zombie apocalypse hits,I am eaten quickly.

Down today. I ought to go to the gym.

I get it, M09. Most days you eat the bear, but some days the bear eats you.

I just wish the stoopid thing would chew on the fat parts of me.

Take tomorrow off from job hunting, and declare a long weekend to chill. All those questions you posed sound like Monday problems to me.

I more then empathise I walk in your shoes 5-6 years ago.

I finally went on an interview and told a person I never heard of a computer system that I had worked on for 15 years. It was on my resume also. darn.

Realized when I got to my car. Broke down, cried all the way home. Called my pych, hystarical; 'can you back me for disability, this is what happen...' she said yes.

So yes, talk to the doc.

I want to leave this with you. It is the Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. One of my favorite authors and poets. We deal with depression and other dx's every day. However try to remember, we are, you are not alone, it has been going on for centuries The last stantsa is the one that is arousing.

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the moldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the moldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

I hope some of this helped you.
Peace my friend
Trina

keep fightin' mate.

Hi Cilly,

Been awhile since you posted. I am sorry you feel down. Maybe play some upbeat music or use some coping skills. Know we are here for you.

Hugs, Karen...