Sorta kinda, yeah. I don't process it as safe/dangerous, more, "Oh, what's the point?" I simply have no energy and no desire for anything which might create energy. I spent most of last week in bed with the covers over my heard. I got better of the weekend and promptly came down with a cold. The kitchen is a disaster are. There are roomsful of boxes yet to unpack. I can't find anything in the bedroom. And I spend all my time lying in bed or on the chaise, surfing the internet or reading murder mysteries. Murder mysteries are so comforting when I'm depressed. SF is too much work then.

More virtual hugs for ya.

MKK