Last Friday I was diagnosed with depression.
I’m Not sure what that means. At least for me.
In the most analytical sense I guess I knew it for some time. I’ve been sleeping poorly, I had been drinking more (although I got that reversed), I’ve lost interest in things that I once really enjoyed (although not in writing for some reason, thankfully) and I’ve had a general feeling of lethargy.
But what I’ve been turning over in my own mind is what that means to me emotionally. The diagnosis doesn’t change anything, really. All diagnosis did was put a label to what has been bothering me, right? It doesn’t change what I love to do or who I love. It just gives me a starting point.
A starting point to find who I am and where I’m going. One thing’s for sure; writing will be a big part of it.
Anyway, I also wanted to take the time to thank all of you that follow this. It’s nice to know someone is listening. Thanks again.
Peace to you all.