My nails are bitten down to nothing. I haven’t chewed my nails in years. I feast on sugary sweets. I was all about eating healthy. I haven’t worked out in months. I used to work out every single evening. I have to drink three to four traveling mugs of coffee to get me alert enough to work. I used to only require one. I go to bed at about 9:00 every night, or sometimes even earlier. I used to be fine with going to bed at 11:00. I can hardly make it through a whole day of teaching. I used to be able to make in through weeks of teaching with no problem at all. I used to be social. I like to be by myself and large crowds make me angry and frustrated.
These are all signs to me at how bad I have gotten into my depression. These signs show me that there is a problem that needs to be fixed. For all my positives have turned into the negatives. The complete opposites. I suppose that is the major sign of depression. I am trying to heal myself and working on turning all those negatives back into positives, but I suppose I can only do one of these at a time. I am a work in progress. In depression we have progress, but we also have setbacks. I am most certainly on one of the setbacks.