I remember when I realized I had come out of a depression. I hadn't had a depression for years, so it hit me hard, tho' it didn't last all that long (wish that was still the pattern, but alas now the depressive episodes go on and on and on).

Anyway, one morning I felt a surge of joy, when I was putting clothes in the washing machine. It was the most amazing experience. I can really remember that moment so clearly (this is years ago), and things really started to improve. The med truly kicked in I guess. (I didn't really find the therapist particularly useful.) Oh, I digress.

I hope and pray that all of us might feel a real surge of joy sometime soon.

I fear that for me, I may never feel joy again. And thoughts of ending come and go all the time.

Again, I hope and pray we can all truly feel REAL joy again and just have to deal with everyday "normal" ups and downs. Like, darn, it's morning and we're out of coffee.