Right now, the biggest problem with the road I’m on is that I am having a difficult time transitioning from the road I had been traveling. I took some wrong turns, and that smoothly paved freeway turned into gravel. But the thing is, even gravel roads are fun.
It was a dream of teaching, and while I used to dream about it, they have turned into nightmares. I’ve suffered a lot of loss in my life, but I think that this loss has hit me as hard as anything else.
When I am feeling this far down, my thoughts often go to very dark places. Of late, I’ve been thinking about the times I’ve been betrayed.
As adults, we do a lot of things that are unnatural for toddlers and children. We sit for extended periods of time and speak softly. Children, on the other hand, need to run, jump and play to develop their muscles, and scream to develop their lungs.
The truth about depression is that it doesn’t require a trigger, and can hit at any time for any reason, or for no reason at all.
One of the issues with depression is that there is often no rhyme or reason. One day you’re on top of the world, and the next you’re in the deepest depths of despair. Today I’m down. I’m very down.
By vowing (to nobody but myself) to be open and honest about my depression and struggles, I honestly hoped that it could, in some way, be of comfort to others.
As an adult, it feel as if the entropy is out of control. Things are probably worse today than usual because of the pandemic and all of the fallout resulting from it.
May is Mental Health Awareness Month. It’s half over now, but I made it.
What constitutes a “normal life” anyway? Am I starting to fall into a “normal life”, or is any life with me far from normal as I expect it is.