Blech

I wake up in the morning and I am not depressed.  A minute later and I am again.  I leave the house and the feelings do not subside.  Am I hiding out in Tim Hortons?  Avoiding?  I left the house and did not jump on my bike, but shoveled off the driveway first.  What does that say?  Before I left yesterday, I walked the dog and cleaned the house, (downstairs bathroom, vacuumed the floors, swept the floors first, washed the dishes that did not go in the dishwasher and turned the dishwasher on.  I cleaned the kitchen surfaces and cleaned the kids toys up and hid the train set downstairs).  Did they notice, no one said anything when I got home, the kids toys were everywhere again.  Do they understand?  Do they hate me like I hate me?