Yet so far.
Depression gives me a very narrow view of the world around me. It prevents me from admiring the beauty of my surroundings — the laughter of innocent children, the caresses of a loving spouse, and the flowers of our garden.
Beginning next week, I’m going to start seeing a new counsellor. We will revisit the childhood bullying trauma that makes me have daily nightmares, even at 51. We won’t use CBT, so…