I never really thought that I was prone to depression. I’ve always been pretty even tempered–never really high high or low low. But when my daughter ran away (she was later diagnosed as clinically depressed), depression set in. I don’t know if it was the extreme low that I was at…I mean, I was so extremely worried about her. And wondering how much was my fault. And even when she came back, and got help, well…the extreme low was still there.
Fast forward a bit–even though she is getting help, I still worry about her. I am still struggling with my own depression–which these day seems to be brought on by who knows what. 2 weeks ago a tragedy happened in our neighborhood. On my birthday. My 40th birthday. And a week later, my dog pinched a vertebrae. Overnight he went from a happy, healthy dog to a paralyzed, miserable dog. (on the bright side, he IS doing better).
Normally I would roll with the punches. But, I haven’t been physically or emotionally healthy for a while. And these two things just knocked me for a loop. I have kind of just curled up into a ball and hibernated. I have probably lost one of my writing accounts because I haven’t contacted them–and I don’t even have a good reason to give them for my absence. It sucks.
I can only hope that things will get better. Maybe they are already starting to. I am blogging, after all…
i HEAR YA HONEY..IT CAN BE HARD! HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER