Confession

Sometimes I say "migraine" when I really mean "depression."

People are sympathetic and forgiving when the former derails your day, but awkward and a bit impatient with the latter.

I do really have migraines some days, which confuses matters further.

But today was a depression day. I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling a lot, then went in a social media spiral, and ate some hummus and beef jerky and the other half of the pan of brownies I made myself last night when I realized Bloody Mary had come to call (if you know what I mean). But mostly I just wished I could fall asleep again.

I have so many things I should be doing.

"Tomorrow," Depression says. "Always tomorrow."

So "migraine" it is.