Once upon a time, there lived a girl.  The girl lived in a the highest tower of a great castle, on the topmost point of the tallest mountain.  Trapped in her stone prison, she watched the world go by.  One day, a beautiful hummingbird flew by and whispered into her ear, "All is not as it seems."  The girl wept bitter tears then opened her eyes.  Gone was the stone cage, gone was the mountain.  She leapt with joy and breathed the sweet, warm air.  She lay in the warm grass and slept.  She awoke on a cold stone floor. The End

Having a bad day today, after I had several good days.  I have been stressing about money again.  It's nothing new, I have been dealing with my financial problems and nothing else happened.  I just woke up with that weight on my chest.  The problem with depression is it makes it hard to know what your real problems are.  Am I depressed because I am stressed about money, or am I stressing out so much because I am depressed.  Of course my problems are real but the depression distorts the way I deal with them.

I am just trying to talk myself out of it.  My problems are no worse than they ever were, I am just seeing everything through the veil of depression.