I was totally sideblinded by my most recent episode of major depression. I thought I had built up my immunity well enough years ago, but apparently it was lying dormant all along, like a virus, just waiting for the right time to pop out. A few unfortunate events and boom! Back from the dead.

It's had its way with me for much longer in this incarnation than I prefer to admit (years though). But I can't say I believe it's without good reason. It's forced me to be more humble and compassionate towards myself, which I may have really needed, and while I wasn't a real jerk before I believe it's made me a better person by likewise becoming more genuinely compassionate towards others. I know there's many who would disagree with me about this, but I think there's a wisdom to these things. A light we're meant to find in the darkness, darkness which is there so that we can. It's been harder each time, for me as well.. but that much more meaningful to do so.

Funnily enough, people I really admire I'll often find out struggle with depression. Rachel Maddow.. the late Robin Williams.. I think it's an affliction that is mostly encountered by people of great depth, that take things so to heart.