Interesting times.
What a week. What a week.
Talked to a friend this week and got all the tears. Sort of dwarfs my problems in comparrison. A lot of good and a lot of bad from it. The bad, though less significant than the good and inconsequencial, is my focus today though.
Recently I have sort of come to realise I am slipping back into a depression. From time to time this quiet companion seems to take up residence, and indeed, overstays his welcome. And pondering his stays I have come to better understand him. I now know him not to be the type to show up unannounced and make well known his prescence. Instead, he will hang around the neighbourhood and observe life, stalking me, gradually getting closer without notice. A while goes by and I notice he occupies a room in my house. And without strict controls seems to find comfort in the rest of the house until the house no longer feels my own, but that I am mearly occupying a room myself, trapped and unwanting of move.
Weeks; months, it must have been, but an awareness of it I have had only a couple. And for me I know that depression comes and goes slowly. Unlike what I hear so much with others, I don't swing from feeling terrible to elation in minutes or hours. No for me situationally, emotionally, it comes on over weeks and takes weeks of change to remove.
What a week. What a week.
Talked to a friend this week and got all the tears. Sort of dwarfs my problems in comparrison. A lot of good and a lot of bad from it. The bad, though less significant than the good and inconsequencial, is my focus today though.
Recently I have sort of come to realise I am slipping back into a depression. From time to time this quiet companion seems to take up residence, and indeed, overstays his welcome. And pondering his stays I have come to better understand him. I now know him not to be the type to show up unannounced and make well known his prescence. Instead, he will hang around the neighbourhood and observe life, stalking me, gradually getting closer without notice. A while goes by and I notice he occupies a room in my house. And without strict controls seems to find comfort in the rest of the house until the house no longer feels my own, but that I am mearly occupying a room myself, trapped and unwanting of move.
Weeks; months, it must have been, but an awareness of it I have had only a couple. And for me I know that depression comes and goes slowly. Unlike what I hear so much with others, I don't swing from feeling terrible to elation in minutes or hours. No for me situationally, emotionally, it comes on over weeks and takes weeks of change to remove.