I headed to the specialist, who took compassion on me, and wrote out a new set of exercises to do.
Lots of good stuff is happening in the world. But the bad stuff is acting like a set of weights, so depression forms a big part of my world.
A nasty thing about depression is that it steals the joy of simple things, like eating gingerbread with your friends. Or lying on a warm path under a blue sky. The joy simply vanishes.
I have been thinking about this, and how I do not want to loose the joy and gratefulness of life. Otherwise, it becomes a matter of waking up and realising, "Uhhh....it's another stinking day."
An anecdote of this comes from The Last Battle, and I found a article by a guy called Chris Erdman, talking about the anecdote:
Probably irrelevant to my situation, but a good excuse to put that picture of a Lego Dwarf up.