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I'm an avid swing dancer, a proud Minnesotan by birth, and I've got a soft spot for Boston. I love anything British, used bookstores, and delicious smells emanating from the kitchen.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Pulling the Wool Over My Eyes...

A big problem I have is when I'm not in a downslope of depression. (Being depressed doesn't mean you're ALWAYS down and sad and, well, depressed. There are up days and down days.)

When I'm having an up day/week/span of time, I'm happy - I feel like "me" again. I feel like I can take on the world. I feel free.

And it's in that frame of mind that I'm often able to fool myself into thinking the depression is going away - that I'm "getting better." Like a "light at the end of the tunnel" type of feeling, telling myself to "hold on, we won't have to endure this much longer."

Sure, on some levels that's partially true. Since my depression is seasonal, my difficulties SIGNIFICANTLY decrease in the summer months. But it never actually goes away - and it's not going to go away. So I'm no better at accepting this - I just keep trying to find ways to get this depression to go away...

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