I was doing so well this summer.

I had two 21-day breaks from therapy and I did well with them. I knew summer was going to be hard for me (because of the extreme heat here and reduced activities) so I started going to the pool to get exercise without sweltering, and kept on going to the activities I could. I felt like it was working.

This week, returning after my 2nd T break, I wound up telling T I felt like I didn't need to come to therapy every week any more. We agreed I'd go next week and we could talk about what I've accomplished so far, and that afterwards I could contact her to schedule a session when I needed one.

So that is all good. Except that today, after wondering for something like the 5th day in a row why I felt so tired, I realized I am depressed. Not badly depressed. Not depressed like I want to die, but depressed like washing the dishes feels like a large task and I keep falling asleep for two hours in the afternoon, I can't seem to make decisions and I feel like a failure at life.

I *know* it's just a seasonal thing. I assume if I keep on doing stuff I will get through the rest of the summer and I'll feel better in the fall. I don't think there's anything T can really tell me to help that I don't already know. It's not like I'm upset over anything in particular, I'm just collapsing under the weight of 103F temperatures. It just sucks to be doing so well and then realize I've once again been hit by the depression stick. Ugh.