I keep collapsing into the gentle easy arms of depression, thinking that somehow, someone will look after me. I am finally realising that no-one will and that the person who has to look after me...is me.

It's all very well lounging around in the soft pillow of nebulous, undefinable, not-very-serious mental health problems, it's an easy excuse, depression. 'I feel so bad, therefore I can be excused from X and I cannot do Y.' But then X doesn't happen and Y is never done.

Someone has to step up and it appears to have to be me.