...of truth

Depression. As eccentric as it may seem, it’s really reasonably routine, (Bet ya had to read that twice! Giggles). I say this because there is a predictable pattern to depression; well, at least for me there is.

*If I don’t get “my way,” I tend to go into a funk. My emotions oscillate, and invitations to Larie’s pity party are sent out, I crash.

*During the times that I do not feel well due to Thyroid issues, I sink.

*When I feel snowed under as a result of my own time mismanagement and/or believing that it’s rude to say “No,” I shut-down.

For the most part, it seems to me that my depression is avoidable and controllable to a degree of my own without medication. Depression. It is a choice.

Now, there are a few times that I honestly do not know what has moved me to my days of lying in bed or on the couch…not talking…don’t want to be bothered…unable to communicate what it is. But it is essential that I be honest, majority of the time, it’s a routine…my routine.

I feel as if I’ve disappeared, and Anton said, “I miss my wife.”

“…I will not die but live, and will proclaim what the LORD has done. The LORD has chastened me severely, but He has not given me over to death…” Psalm 118 NIV