Slowly I am learning to not compare life as it is vs what it was before the accident. I used to find myself always comparing... and there just isn't any. Like I can change and go back? not. I understand your musings.

We can't find others when the depression reigns.. it's part of it's nasty obscurity that plagues us. In the dark pit, others tell me they are there also, but I never see them either.

I don't have those days anymore, when I feel "this is life" worth living. There is little I find that falls under the term "enjoyment." In fact, I can't think of anything, I just said "little" so no one counters my thought on that.

The only real thing I know when depressed is that my T says it won't always be this way. It isn't my hope I live on... it's his.

((((hugs)))))