I was going to write about those mundane things that make Sass ask me to contribute to her Carnival, but today, my mind is elsewhere. And for good reason.
I've struggled with my share of mild to clinical depression. I think most people in my age group have.
When I was in college, the world seemed to be my oyster. I could do anything, be anything I wanted. But when reality set it and the mundane world of a "job" took over, I felt trapped. Very trapped.
And sad. Very sad.
I just expected more than the daily grind.
More from my job. More from myself.
It took a while, but eventually, after discussing it with many, I realized I wasn't alone. Life just didn't meet the expectations of so many people.
And that's when I stopped being depressed about work and started looking at other things for fulfillment.
And ironically, that's when things at work started to fall into place.
But I remember those days well. How hard it was to get out of bed every morning. How impossible it was to be happy when I was so overwhelmingly depressed inside. How it seemed like my soul, my love for life, was dying a little with each passing day.
So, this week, when I found out that a family member of mine was struggling with clinical depression, it took me back to those feelings. Unlike so many times when I hear of someone's problems, I know just how she feels.
I just hope she knows I love her very much and wish with every part of my heart that she feels like herself again soon.
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