Monday, April 16, 2018

Depression Diary

There are periods of time when contentment rules in a depressive's life. I'm in one of those periods now. Yet even during those periods, there is always the nagging fear that it will return with a vengeance and a sure knowledge that it only takes one sour moment to send you back down the spiral.

I've had a whole week where I could sit and read. Now I can't even get into my front room to sit down. I have an important email to write, but haven't got the inclination to compose it.

I can look happy and content, can even feel it, but those undone things, allied to me avoiding life, reveal my depression is still with me. I feel content, but then I realise I'm just hiding from what ails me.

These are the times you need a hug, a shoulder to cry on, someone who will sit in silence while you unload.

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