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Previous - this entry written on August 27, 2003 at 7:00 pm - Next Some days, it doesn't matter how good things are, depression hits you regardless. Some days, the world can be nearing its end, your dog died, and you've got cancer of the clit, and yet you're still smiling. And some days - take today, for example - you're right in the middle. Your life is full of good and bad in fairly equal shares. Your mood is balanced out too, not so much the roller-coaster ride it usually is but instead the slight rocking of a raft floating lazily in a lake. Everything... well, it's not all that great. You can see the things that would and even should depress you. You know there's trouble, you know that the bad things are there. You hurt. You are lonely. You can't quite draw a breath, can't quite resign yourself to living... ...but at the same time, something keeps you floating, something keeps lifting you up. Caleb. Kadin. Ryan. *soft smile* Starting at some time on the 9th of next month, I will have seen all three within less than a months' worth of days. I'm gonna go get some suntan oil and swim back out that raft, 'k?
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