The depression began to hit yesterday afternoon. Fio'd gotten stalled on her writing, and she was discouraged about ever getting anywhere with it. All her past failures were haunting her.
Then there were the finances. Repair of the driveway will take a healthy bite out of savings, and every week it seems Fio receives another medical bill. And she's still upset about Smooth Solutions leaving her in the financial lurch. And she's afraid the back yard will never get enlarged and she'll never have that under-eye lift she covets and she'll never get to visit friends in Canada or recover the front room furniture or any of the myriad things she's had on her list forever.
Besides that, today is the first anniversary of her father's death. Fio weeps for him and for herself.