Poor me

Someone told me, it was only two weeks ago, but I can't remember who, that many people get depressed when they finish graduate school.  I thought that was so weird.  I couldn't wait to finish.  And I sit here thinking how depressed I am.  It probably has nothing to do with finishing school.  It probably has nothing to do with losing my Dad.  It is probably nothing.

Did you know that I am in the mental health field?  I've been in the field for 20 years.  I just graduated with a master's degree in counseling.  

Oh, I didn't mention that? exactly one and a half weeks after my Dad died, I finished school.  This week was the first week where I didn't have homework, or anything at all due.  Since January 8th, it's the first week where I didn't have two jobs to worry about, and meetings that go until 7pm.  And I'm sad.  I really just want to go somewhere and do nothing for at least a week.  But I can't.  I have decisions to make, sisters to deal with, a family, and a job.  I have responsibilities.  I am a responsible adult.

I want to curl up and cry.