Hello all, I wanted to write about
this and see if anyone can relate. There was a time in my life that I never would of thought of leaving the house without makeup. That was maybe 8 years ago, but since my full on depression I just don't care anymore. I have a beautiful dressing table full of makeup that just sits there, I have nice clothes in my closet that never get worn. If I go to the store, I throw on some kinda yoga pant and a tshirt. I have very long hair that is always kept in a librarian bun and then add my geeky large black reading glasses and I'm good to go. I have even went to town with unshaved legs, and shorts : (. I just don't have the energy to look nice. Last Saturday when I made it to the family function I did apply makeup and fix my hair, my husband about
passed out and looked shocked at the transformation. I wish I could look nice more often, I wish I cared.
Does anyone know what I mean? I'm not vain, never have been, but why look like hell if you don't have to? It's the depression isn't it. Even though sometimes I feel happy, it's still there.