“Depression hurts.” That’s what the lady in the Cymbalta commercial said this morning. My mind screamed, “Lady, you have no idea!” in response. The words never left my mouth, but they sure could have.
I’ve battled depression off and on for many years. It comes and goes, and no two bouts are ever the same. Sometimes it lasts but a day or so, and other times I battle for weeks to get back on track. As of late, I’ve found myself in the later.
I am, for all intents and purposes, fighting with depression right now. And it most certainly does hurt. It hurts mentally, affecting my ability to work, to focus on what’s important, and essentially, to care about much at all.
It hurts physically, affecting my blood sugars, my blood pressures, and causing headaches and other aches and pains.
I hate the way I’m feeling right now. Like I’m caught in a dense fog, and can’t see anything around me. I know it will pass eventually, I’ve been through it all before, but I’m struggling with it nonetheless.
Perhaps a vacation would help. It would certainly give me some time to rest, and hopefully clear my mind of the funk that has filled it. I have a three day weekend coming to me this week; I just have to make it through the rest of today and tomorrow, and then I’ll have Thursday, Friday, and Saturday off. If that doesn’t help, well, I do have plenty of vacation time racked up.
I think I can make it, I think I can make it. No wait…………..I KNOW I CAN! And here we go……….