In retrospect, I had fallen prey to depression. At the time I just thought that..
I had a lot on my mind
Not being able to sleep at night was normal
Wanting to sleep during the day was normal
The warm feeling in my brain and being forgetful was "just me"
My wife had changed (not me)
Not being happy was because life was tough and I was a realist
I'm not a doctor, and don't even play one on TV :) , but I'm convinced that getting "undepressed" is a part-time job. Once depression sets in, it takes work. It takes becoming a student of what makes us healthy. However, like triple sessions that kick off football season, this "undepressing" activity will take focus, effort and work... all the while still wondering if there is anything different on the other side. That's where faith comes in.
Though hope feels especially elusive, there really is hope. Though I must stay vigilant to keep from going back there, my normal six years ago isn't my normal now, nor is it acceptable. Life can get the color back.... it may just take some work. But the work really is worth it!
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