REACHING OUT
A Big Merci Beaucoup To My Medium Friends
I hesitated to admit my depression, but your support means everything
A few days ago, I wrote that I’d fallen under a cloud of gloom I couldn’t shake. World events, the upcoming US election, turning 80, plus a few other things had created a noxious mixture that seemed to zap my joi de vivre. I hesitated to admit to it because it felt self-pitying and indulgent.
But I wrote about it anyway —the black dog even visits idyllic French villages.
Your messages of support and encouragement helped enormously. While it’s tempting to hide under the covers until the gloom passes, reaching out is a better solution than solitary wallowing. All the virtual hugs, the assurances that it would pass, the sharing of personal stories about depression were like a tonic. So — many, many thanks.
While no-one acually said, ‘don’t just sit around and mope’ — I eventually said that to myself — a lot of you suggested exercise, walking especially. I’ve taken that advice and I do feel a lot better. (Though all bets are off come November 5 when depending on the results…
