Yesterday, a friend described her experience of her sad phases: “an unmarked van drives up beside me, someone jumps out and throws a bag over my head and drags me into the van. They drive around for a while (days, weeks, months) and then one day, they pull over, throw me out of the van, take of the bag and drive away. No reasons, no explanation, no sense to it at all.”
I know what she means. Right now, there’s no bag and no van. I’m feeling pretty happy and excited about life in general, and really enjoying spring, and I’m appreciating all of that – AND – I’m noticing my fear that it will happen again soon. Just when I least expect it.
I know its crazy to be waiting for depression to strike, and its what I’m doing. Keeping myself busy, feeling happy and generally enjoying life and getting things done… and waiting.
I wonder if there’s a better way??? Definitely open to ideas, here.
