It has been a while since I felt like writing. That is how depression affects some people - we pull back into ourselves away from everyone and everything. Socializing becomes exhausting. Trying to form words whether written or spoken can take more energy than running a marathon. An introvert anyways, depression makes me want to fold up until I can't be seen. This early spring has helped immensely. There is nothing like a climb up a mountain with a really great kid and an energetic dog. It seems that for a while anyway, the depression monster may be kept at bay. Over the past few weeks, I felt its choking hold ebb slowly away.
I'm doing what I need to do. My daughter and I have been volunteering at a local animal rescue, I continue to run, and I make myself go out and be around other people. It has helped.
So hopefully the words will come again. Just like the sun and the happiness have returned.