Gone

Depression is gone. Lifted right quickly. As always, following one of these rip downs, I feel like a soccer player on a newly reconstructed ACL. It holds, but I dont trust it. Anyway, rolling, feeling light, positive, optimistic, ready to laugh and love. Go bears.

L asked my why I keep this blog. I answered that at first, I just needed to tell no one. That is, someone, but no one I knew. Now, its different. I keep it as a record. Its vain, but we all do this. Want to believe that when we are gone we will not be forgotten. I also keep it as a journal, maybe one day I can figure more out by rereading it.

Most importantly, I keep it so I can show the people in my life what its like in one gulp. When I am fine, being ill makes no sense. I cannot explain it. When I am ill, the concept that I will be fine makes no sense. I really like that I can send the link to those in my life and say, hey, here I am, this is what you are getting into.

So, for all of you who read this, or who have read it, thank you. thank you for taking the time. Thank you for being more willing to work with all of me than I can be. Thank you for your interest, your love, your support. From the most sincere place in my being. Thank you: M, A, W, J, N, M.