My medication generally keeps the depression at bay, but some days, less so. For example, the other day I drove to work jamming out to Katy Perry (yes, I am a dude that loves Katy Perry). I had a really great day. I felt energetic, creative, and the positive vibes were flowing. Then, I woke up this morning feeling the cold, wet, blanket of depression weighing me down. Not I-want-to-die bad, but more like a low grade life-fucking sucks-and-why-do-I-feel-this-way, kind of blues.
If depression was a roller coaster ride, and it is, it’d be called “The Most Unamusing Amusement Ride Ever.” I savor the really good days because they are few and far between. I even savor the days I feel merely “fine” because I know a not-so-fine day is out there on the horizon somewhere, and it’s inevitably going to roll in like a storm that cannot be fought, but merely endured. It’s exhausting, this.
Here’s to more good days then bad. Fair winds and following seas my friends.