Hey, did I ever mention on this blog that I once had a bout of depression?
I had a communication with an ex, who accused me of leaving her at a time when she couldn’t have children. My ex said I had ruined her life. I was floored. At no time did she ever mention to me she wanted to have children with me. I did everything I could to prevent having children with her, because I would have eventually been on one of those daytime talk shows I love so much. Still, if she had ever mentioned it to me, I would have done it. She just didn’t say anything.
Anyway, I started feeling waves … powerful waves … of misery. Basically it went like this, I would go to work, function for eight hours, come home and get in bed. I couldn’t do anything else.
Man, I’m here to tell you depression is a bitch. I had shown no signs of depression before or since. I didn’t know what to do; didn’t reveal it to anyone except a good friend. She said I should go get some help through a therapist; possibly get meds to control it. That pissed me off. I ended up doing a sort of “snapping out of it.” I got out of bed and started doing other stuff.