Depression

Depression: A hole into which one's soul falls while they are not paying attention.

A bottomless pit that has only one path of escape. The door is always open. One has only to walk through to know they have been there. It isn't hard to pass the treshold, but that walkway to it is a real bitch.

I remember telling myself that "this" would never happen to me... Guess what? Someday and never have an address, and if a person isn't careful you can get there in a hurry.

The cure? Find the door and walk on through. It isn't the trip that is difficult, but the temptation to turn around and go back is. Find your interests and dive in head-first.

I have to take small steps, yet each foothold away from that portal is another foothold away from it.

I have come to the conclusion that I am not immortal. My body will wear out. There is an expiration date on this child. I am in no hurry to find out what's next while I still don't know all there is to know about "here".

I have made a deal with myself. I refuse to give up. I refuse to give in. There are still people out there that I can torment with my feeble wit... aren't you lucky?

I have a novel in me. Part is written, and part is still firmly residing between my ears. I have other projects to work on as well.

I might even surprise myself and get it all done.

Life is an open book. whether you are reading it, or writing it turn the pages.