I'm fighting it, I really am. It's too early in the year for me to feel that miserable fog rolling in. I think, deep down, that this is no "normal" bout of depression. This is "depression lite, with 60% less tears". I suspect that the anniversary of my father-in-law's death, combined with a summer of personal angst, is pulling me down. But knowing that I'm "not that bad off", or that things could be worse (have been worse) is not helping. What is helping? Remembering to breath. Going to bed early. Laughing whenever, wherever possible.
The good news? By the time I am ready to write this stuff, the worst is past. I never know that I'm headed down until I'm bouncing off the bottom, and coming back up. I realized today that eating pounds of crap does NOT make me feel cheerier. No. In fact, my double chin and expanding ass actually depress me more! Go figure! Chocolate is not the cure all!!
I guess what I'm trying to say is I'll be back. I haven't forgotten you, I've just had nothing worth saying. Or, I've had stuff to say, but no energy to bother saying it. You notice I've included lots of links in this post? That's because I'm too lazy to tell the same boring shit again.
I'll see you in the morning, when the sun comes back out.