That Sad Thing
Driving home from work today I had that sad thing come over me again. *Nothing's wrong.* I don't think I've ever been so clear about depression being separate from circumstances. Toby and I are feeling pretty close these days, so that's not it. Kids doing well and I'm enjoying them, mostly. Love my job. There is that 25 lbs., but is that a reason to want to cry in the car? More like a result of it. I'm really counting on Susan, though we haven't been working together long, to lead me out of this. What's so funny about it is that there are a few people leaning on me in the same way, and I absolutely know I can help them.
Actually I'm feeling very good about Toby. He's been a brick about my sadness and tears, my upset about my weight and my general shaky self-esteem -- just consistently kind and warm. I think he might really love me, and all this time I thought it was my good looks and charm.
Actually I'm feeling very good about Toby. He's been a brick about my sadness and tears, my upset about my weight and my general shaky self-esteem -- just consistently kind and warm. I think he might really love me, and all this time I thought it was my good looks and charm.