Monday, March 13, 2017


I came out of my self-imposed exile today.  It started last Sunday.  There was no event that triggered it.  All I know is that I woke up with that “feeling.”

That’s the thing about depression.  Sometimes it just sneaks up and knocks you on your ass.  The unpredictability of it can be a pain but at the same time is comforting because it reminds me that depression is a medical condition.  

Yes, sometimes I am depressed because something happens but then there are times when my chemical makeup is just out of whack.  Nobody hurt my feelings.  I’m not moping because something didn't go my way.  I’m just sick.

I shouldn't be embarrassed by that. But, I am.  

And, I don’t know if that will ever change.  

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