April 2, 2013

It seems that depression and grief go hand in hand.  I’ve not suffered from depression in my life, however, at this time I can feel it looming over my shoulder just waiting to get a “foot in the door.”

Or it creeps around and makes an appearance at unsuspecting times.  Like during the seasons changing, or a full moon.  Or driving. It’s hard to tell the difference between sadness and depression during mourning.  They are constant companions.  I drove to work one recent morning and the fog was very thick.  Visibility was limited.  As I drove, I realized that this was the color of my life.  It was gray and heavy.  I felt at home.