29 October 2005 - 10:59 p.m.
Depression? Who knows..

Just a side note: I visited Dad's grave for the first time since his funeral on Tuesday afternoon. It pretty much ruined me for the week; I have been getting stressed at work and finding all but the simplest things confusing. It doesn't help at all that the radio station that constantly plays at work is the one Dad used to listen to, so that gets me down at times too.

Sometimes I wonder what is going on in my head. Often I don't know, I just see the effects - not wanting to go to sleep, not wanting to socialise, getting stressed and upset at work. I'm not doing a lot, but despite that, at times it seems to be too much.

I'm sure my friends don't think of me as the sort of person who gets depressed and as a general rule I don't (as far as I can tell) so if I am, I don't realise or know what to expect. I guess if anything is a decent excuse to get depressed, the death of a parent is.