Every so often, I fall into this pattern where I start to overanalyze everything in my life and wind up hating everything about myself, with the end result being that I don't talk to anyone for days (or sometimes weeks). It's getting to the point where that would normally be happening again, but I've been feeling fine lately. My hypothesis is that I've been literally too busy to let it happen, since I've been working so much and out of the house pretty often otherwise. Maybe it'll pop up sometime soon now that I'm done with school for the semester (I'm on my way to my final right now), but I think I might have some stuff to keep me occupied for a while. It's just strange because I'm not sure if I should be anxious waiting for it to hit me, or hopeful that it won't happen again.
*just a note on the title of this post: I don't mean to belittle anyone who is actually diagnosed with depression by equating my feelings with theirs. The way I feel during these periods is consistent with pretty much every firsthand account of depression that I've heard, but I don't know it's the real deal, since it's intermittent, and I haven't actually seen a therapist since I was little (and that was just because my mother couldn't figure out why I suddenly stopped doing all of my homework in second grade). I don't want to be one of those deluded people that diagnoses themselves with every psychological disorder under the sun so they can be a special little snowflake, (because that's quite frankly pretty insulting to people that really have those problems), I just want to explain how I feel. Also sorry this note is longer than the actual content of the post.
