Live With It

For those who have experienced it, depression is an often stormy sail through a sea of dark emotions. But the worst of all is when the tears stop falling and the winds cease. And fog descends.

And then it’s hard to feel anything. You really want to feel something.

I never thought I would leave that particular sea. I honestly didn’t. Or if I did, it wouldn’t be via the “keep on living” route.

But I did.

And here you find me, the fairly cheery soul I am today, albeit very aware of the sorrow and confusion in the world. I get sad about that still it’s true. But the thing that makes me saddest is the kind of cynicism that fears or sneers, or simply cannot believe, in the possibility of positive change. Personal or communal.

”The World Is Crap. Live with it”.

Maybe I’ve become like the ex-smokers who become a pain in the arse, preaching about the virtues of a smoke free life (I’ve been that guy too).

But, anyway, this is who I am. Live With It. I have to! ;-)