I’m in a pretty rough patch of depression. I know that’s a convoluted phrase, but I picture it like a thick spot in a jungle or maybe a bunch of seaweed in a lake that I’m trying to get through. In my mind it’s a ‘thing’ that I struggle with, and although it (the actual depression) springs from my own mind, I try and find some separation so that I can hack my way through it without poisoning myself.

I’m putting on a pretty okay front, though, a ‘fake it till you make it’ operation. Exercising and eating better (ha!) and trying to sleep enough each night; so no late night movies or other things. Trying hard to be thankful for what I have, taking things in stride, one day at a time. This is manageable.

I just need a sharper machete, I guess.