can't sleep

I couldn't sleep. My head was hurting so I got out of bed, dressed and went to the store for Motrin. When I got home I sat in the driveway in my car for awhile listening to the radio and praying that my head would quit pounding. The prayer or the Motrin worked because my head feels much better.
I'm munching on pickles and chips. And I'm thinking about eating one of the reese cups that I have in the freezer.
I think i'm depressed. I'm not one of those people who are born depressed. I was born a happy person and have been happy most of my life. I don't enjoy being depressed. I believe that some people do. I think I'm depressed by some of the things going on in my life. Some that I can talk about, some that I can't. I have a difficult time talking about things that make me unhappy& SOme things I can't talk about until I clean them up.....because they make me feeel like a failure....and I don't want to be the type of person who talks about a problem but never does anything to fix the problem. So I'd rather fix a problem and then talk about it after it's in the past. DOes that make any sense?

Nicknames I've had throughout my life:
1. Pandle. It's the name my dad gave to me.....he still uses it.
2. One Armed Bandit. It's what the other kids called me. A dozen of us played baseball every weekend for a few years while growing up. I had a broken arm every summer and had to bat with 1 arm.
3.Sissy Girl............my best friend at the time called me that.....I was in love with him.
4. PITA Girl. A guy I use to date that I met onlinecalled me that.......... We met online and discovered we knew each other from high school.
5. Sugar Booger.....it's what my boyfriend used to call me.
6. Sandra Sue......what my boss calls me.
I like nicknames. I have one for most people even if I don't use it outloud.