My Period of Depression and Emergence from the Same
I recently went through a week or two where I didn't feel myself, and could take no joy in any aspect of life. I am at a bit of a loss to explain it.
I think the climax of it was when I decided to go to church on Pentecost Sunday, even though I was sick. Besides being an important day to be in church, the choir needed me badly. I ended up getting a somewhat costly speeding ticket on the way to church.
That was about the worst point.
When the choir actual began to sing, I started crying partway through the first of three verses. This is very atypical for me. I had to keep reaching up and drying my eyes so I could see the page of the hymnal I was holding. It didn't seem to affect my voice too much, though perhaps there was a bit of quavering, not sure.
After that, things seemed to gradually get a bit better, hour by hour.
Things are going somewhat better at home. Eliot had been having some trouble with being disobedient. These last few days, his attitude has been excellent. Violet is still "hit or miss", but I spent a pleasant hour with her watching the first part of Breakfast at Tiffany's. She had seen it before at a friend's house, but had clearly not understood parts of the film (perhaps not entirely a bad thing).
Cindy is, as always, a rock. She is so even-keeled, it is incredible. I am still surprised at her strength, even after nearly 25 years of marriage. It is a nice thing for an emotionally volatile person such as myself to have a steady person as one's best friend and constant companion.
I think the climax of it was when I decided to go to church on Pentecost Sunday, even though I was sick. Besides being an important day to be in church, the choir needed me badly. I ended up getting a somewhat costly speeding ticket on the way to church.
That was about the worst point.
When the choir actual began to sing, I started crying partway through the first of three verses. This is very atypical for me. I had to keep reaching up and drying my eyes so I could see the page of the hymnal I was holding. It didn't seem to affect my voice too much, though perhaps there was a bit of quavering, not sure.
After that, things seemed to gradually get a bit better, hour by hour.
Things are going somewhat better at home. Eliot had been having some trouble with being disobedient. These last few days, his attitude has been excellent. Violet is still "hit or miss", but I spent a pleasant hour with her watching the first part of Breakfast at Tiffany's. She had seen it before at a friend's house, but had clearly not understood parts of the film (perhaps not entirely a bad thing).
Cindy is, as always, a rock. She is so even-keeled, it is incredible. I am still surprised at her strength, even after nearly 25 years of marriage. It is a nice thing for an emotionally volatile person such as myself to have a steady person as one's best friend and constant companion.