Years ago, I lived with depression so horrible, it touched so many parts of my life and the people I loved. I never want to go through it again. Like an alcoholic I have to fight the feeling every day and remind myself to be grateful for everything and everyone in my life.
The other day I had a little bout. The darkness pulled at me wanting me to stay inside the house, trying to keep me in bed, telling me not to go to work. Don’t go to the chapter meeting. Don’t think. Don’t feel.
Well, I recognized that vicious cycle and decided to pull out a pad and write everything pulling me down, my perceived failures, mistreatments, and shortcomings, anything I would dredge up during those times. After filling in several pages (neatness didn’t count) I balled up the paper and threw it in the garbage can.
THERE!
I felt so much better. Sometimes to feel better you have face those demons. And the best way for a writer to do it is to write. Maybe a list or maybe the best damn book you can write.
Well, I’ve done one, now it’s time to do the other.