I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. I usually keep my door open, but I guess (according to my daughter) the wind made it slam shut during a midnight thunderstorm. (That brought in a cool front! Sweet.)
Unbeknownst to me and my half asleep self, I walked right into it and banged my nose.
I swore loudly and angrily opened the door so that I could finally relieve myself, checking carefully for any sign of breakage. It’s just a little sore this morning, poor thing. Thankfully, nothing major to be concerned about. I am just happy that nobody saw me do it, talk about embarrassing.
There really isn’t any point to this post other than the fact that it isn’t about depression.