I don't know if any of you have ever had to deal with depression. I know I didn't see it coming, didn't know what it was when it hit me. I wasn't sad exactly, I knew that I just wasn't happy.
I did all the right things to correct the problem. Talk therapy, pills, more talk. It seems to have worked, for the most part. I'm still not the person I was before depression hit me. But I am better.
You're probably wondering "why the true confessions"? It's just that sometimes I see the glimpses of joy I once enjoyed on a regular basis, and I get more depressed (what a vicious cycle).
Aging does not help the problem. You have to deal with all the mid-life and end-of-life issues that you never thought about as a young person. You never had (or wanted) to deal with your own mortality then. Now it is your constant companion.
Yet time keeps passing, relentlessly. You definitely can't go home again.
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