In all seriousness, when Depression is beginning to kick my ass, I tend to become a worry wort. I’m less inclined to see the positives around me and instead focus on every little, tiny negative. I do feel like I’m doing that more often but I’m able to talk myself through it at this point.
I think stress is probably my worst enemy and Depression’s greatest ally. It’s the one thing that can break me down while at the same time, bolstering or emboldening my Depression. That’s what tends to cause the balance of power to swing to the other side, at least for me.
Right now, in this very moment, I’m feeling pretty okay. Lizze and I have been doing a good bit of walking during the week, both with and without the kids. Exercise can really help me to sorta find my inner balance or inner peace. I know that may sound corny but it’s true.
I will point out that there is also evidence that I’m holding my own right now.
I’m finding it easier and more enjoyable to write. When I’m really, really depressed, if I do manage to write, it’s basic stuff like how our day went. When I’m doing better, I can write about things that are of interest to a greater number of people.
At this point in time, I guess it’s more of a toss up. There’s no clear, defined anything that would cause me great concern, am I the best judge?
It’s really beneficial when Lizze and I can gently point out to each other when we think the other might be struggling a little bit. Like I said, sometimes it’s hard, if not impossible to be objective when looking internally.