I stole the title from William Saroyan.
I have found, over the years, that I am prone to depression. I have had, I think, three seriously depressive periods. I'm just coming out of one (knock wood). If you have ever suffered from this, you know how debilitating and freaking scary it is. Forget about decent sleep. One is hopeless and joyless. Suicide seems like one of the few good resolutions. It's not rational, and even if you recognize that, you don't care. I could go on, but I won't. I don't really want to think about the last month or so.
If you have read my past entries, you know I've had a lot going on. I reached my limit, and I was spun. I'm doing much better now. Meds and therapy help. My wife is unbelievably kind and supportive.
I didn't eat. I couldn't. (This is a first. I'm ok with not wanting to eat, too.) But I have not been tracking, and I have not limited what I've been eating. Willingness to eat has been enough. My appetite is back, and I don't feel much need to eat a lot. It makes me thing that whatever my issues, I might have--for the moment--changed my relationship with food over the last year. I hope so.
If you suffer, my heart goes out to you. I have found a book called Undoing Depression pretty useful. You can read about it here www.undoingdepression.com.
I'll be writing more here later. But that's all for now.