It occurred to me yesterday, as I was forcing myself out of the house, that being home and depressed is a lot like being in Germany. Either way, I feel isolated, lonely, hopeless, and other similar words... But in Germany, being there is the excuse. Now that I'm home, it's depression :(
Thankfully I have a very understanding hubby. He knew how I felt without my having to say anything. He even reminded me that post-partum depression is possible as long as six months after the birth of a baby. And Maggie hasn't been here six months yet. He was also insightful enough to remind me that everything we were looking forward to recently - coming home, Christmas, New Years - is over.
Now I need to turn my focus to our Bahamas trip next month, and all the fun things I can do at home that I regretted missing while we were in Germany.
I've beat it every time; now it's time to do it again.