During the past few months my writing spirit has been encumbered by an illness that causes suicide. I have been fortunate to find a caring doctor who helped me rather than dismiss me.Physical exercise and medicine have helped significantly so I run, play basketball and my body is stronger, says the doctor as he peruses my blood pressure and heart sounds, with enthusiastic approval.
My depression is not event-specific but the spring and the fall actuate it and I have this darkness inside me and I force myself to work, to do domestic chores. I don't wear this on my sleeve. I'm sure no one knows except Lois what's going on
Depression can't be dismissed or ignored because of its inherent danger.It can be treated but not eradicated. Depression is recurrent and stubborn, baffling and powerful, often incapacitating its victims. Treatment is trial and error
Today was a good day. I ran about 5 miles, did yard work with Lois and frolicked with our beagle.I was friendly and outgoing when we went out for a fish fry. I try to embrace the recovery but I'm aware of recidivism inherent in depression.
I'll try to write more posts, now that the world doesn't look so foreboding.
