It’s such a telling notion of our time that the most recent run of Abraham Lincoln movies/books/articles strongly features his lifelong history of depression, isn’t it? However, I am choosing to consider the trend a personal note from the Universe…another link to being Open…just as my One Little Word is a link. Depression flows through my family like a river…sometimes slowly, sometimes fast. As true a trait from the Charles side of the family as the shape of our eyes. And, it has been a hard reality to accept that there are periods when the chemicals of my own body betray me. You say: “You? The Ultimate Optimist?” I say that in my case, this is not related to optimism…it is about an infinitesimal spread of desensitization. An often unnoticed drain/bleach of color from my world. Thank goodness for my optimism gene, my determination to find joy each day; who knows how things would go without it.
The truly difficult part is that until I emerge from that space, I am unaware of being in that space. The last time was the year Jonathan was born. 1988-1989. I see now that the last 2 years have been…iffy. Thank goodness for love of family and friends too! When did I see? When did I feel free? When I followed a whim and popped in that Bonnie Raitt CD…and started dancing and singing. Jim has since shared that I’ve been away from music for such a long time…wanting/needing silence in the car for well over a year. See what I mean…I had no clue. Thank you, Universe. And, my OLW, mother…well, that was no accident either, was it?