A New Beginning...?

Last night my dad came in the room while I was talking to Joey and Hab. He said that he had found my blog and that he was worried about me and was I ok? I'm obviously not ok. It was a relief to be honest that he'd found out, and he and my mum were very good, just wanted to know why I hadn't told them before. We talked for a long time about work and money and stuff, and what the doctor had said etc. It made me feel a lot better for a while.
Unfortunately I didn't sleep at all last night, and I mean AT ALL. I finally gave up trying at 6am, then had to get up and do a days work. Mum had suggested talking to someone at work about how depressed I've been, so I thought I'd give it a go and try talking to Joan.
I guess she is from the generation that doesn't believe in depression. She kept asking me why I was miserable, apparently no one under the age of forty is allowed to be miserable. Of course, having only worked in the Co-op for forty odd years she wouldn't understand the feeling of underachievement I have, and the fact I feel like I've wasted the last few years of my life in a pointless job, because that 'pointless job' is all she has done with her whole life. I didn't tell her all that, no good upsetting one of your superiors by telling her she's wasted her life doing nothing. I think Bob might have been more understnding, because he seems to have more idea of what I'm thinking.
I'm still awake tho, and I'm now at Pete's watching the Running Man between writing this...