I'm really only depressed when I start thinking about things I can't change....like the world. All I can do is change my immediate environment, and I've recognized that since I learned about Steven's death nearly 9 years ago. It changed my worldview, my attidude, the way I live my life.
Day to day, I'm not depressed. In fact, today I feel great! A little bored maybe, but happy, secure, loved, and generally cheery.
I know when to go back on my Zoloft. This isn't it.
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Impotentes defendere libertatem non possunt.
"Repetition does not transform a lie into a truth."
~Franklin D. Roosevelt
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