There is a joy in simple, honest work. A joy that helps me deal with the darkness, and the grey mist of depression.
Tag: <span>Depression</span>
Sometimes all you can do is draw a line in the sand and say, “This far, and no farther.” I’ve been slipping for the last couple of weeks. It’s been…
Sometimes someone else wrote the words that express what you’re feeling. Old Bill Shakespeare did that. A lot.
Idle hands are depression’s workshop, or something. Part of why I keep busy is to keep the depression at bay.
A lot of things about middle age suck, like trying to get back in shape, and exercise recovery. Of course, the problems are still better than the alternative.