check yourself before you wreck yourself!

(My artistic interpretation of a "hot depressed mess")

I'm a depressed mess.  At least if you call a girl who didn't shower yesterday and cried her way through "The Last Song" while eating a bowl of rocky road ice cream a depressed mess.  

Every once in a while every Navy wife has to take a moment, a day, or maybe a weekend (sometimes a calender year) to mourn.  What am I mourning?  I mourn the loss of a steady career.  The distance of family and friends.  Someone to jump your car when it's gone.  Weekends with your husband.  These are all things you have to sit and stew in.

After you are done stewing then you can cope.  You get off the couch and do the laundry and move on with your life.