Ah Depression....with a capital D,

The great and insidious foe, the master of disguise. It slips past the line of enduring melancholia on to a whole different platform. It is the morning you wake up and say to yourself "Well I knew this was going to happen, even if I denied it the whole way. O well, welcome my familiar friend and foe. How did you slip in when I wasn't watching? Do you love me this much to pay me a visit? Could you not have come until I was feelings stronger and not in as much physical pain? Couldn't you have just waited until I have the strength to have a proper conversation, polite discourse? For you are not welcome......."

But it would be unwise for me to think that it is listening, so I will provide a comfy seat and a cup of tea and a warm hug and tell it it will all be okay and try not to sigh in resignation and fear. I will keep telling myself that it will pass and people love me.......I love me. I have good shrinks and cognitive skills galore.

Yet........

I am desperately uncomfortable at its stifling proximity, no matter how much I know its face.

And I think of a quote....

"Rise and Rise again....
.......until Lambs become Lions....."

And I stretch the pain out of my body and forgive this rheumatic disfunction and accept Depression with a capital D. I breathe and I cry and I be grateful for the small things.......and that is all I can do.

Michah