Once again I find myself, battered and dazed, at the bottom of the well. I cannot imagine what evil I have perpetrated. What gods I have displeased. What I did, or did not do, to be given such penance. Whatever the cause, the punishment seems to be death. Not the quick death of suicide, no need to call the men with the butterfly nets, I don't have the courage for that. I mean the slow tortuous death where you die second by second, minute by minute. It is the death of not living. Being unable to enjoy any moment of your life. Merely existing.
I should explain why I have not written in the last while. Last year was about 3 weeks too long. The tank was run dry and I had no motivation to do anything. Then came a Christmas holiday. I started to feel better, rather than jinx it I waited to see if the change was permanent. Come the end of the holidays I start to slide, slowly at first but then faster until I was in freefall. This is where you find me now dear reader.
Quote of the Day
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William Shakespeare's Henry V, Act III
Time - Dark Side Of The Moon - Pink Floyd
Just remember that you're not alone.
ReplyDeleteWe're all here, ready to catch you and support you.
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R
I agree with Rachel. You have friends in your corner. Some who can sympathise more than you know.
DeleteThinking of you! Get Captain Awesome (ask to see his pen as proof) to shout you a coffee if you need a break... He needs to take more breaks too :D
ReplyDeleteAnd no fair lurking on my blog and bringing it up at work :D
Cxx
Hi Antz,
ReplyDeleteThanks for commenting on my blog. You are right about the depression. I was diagnosed last week. But I've suspected for a few years... taken me this long to get the courage up to do something about it.
Hope you are well and thank you for the $0.02! I needed to hear it :)
x lattejunkie x