It is now the eve of day nine of what has so far been the happiest, most restful and yet productive vacation I have experienced in a long time, maybe ever. And what’s this? Someone or something wants to rob me of my joy! The clouds roll in and I can feel the darkness. My bed calls me, and I fear sleep may be my only escape. A brief nap and I’m awake again, out of bed and fighting for my life. Seriously, can’t I have just one more day or two or three without the clouds and without the fight. It has been so peaceful.
Ironically, I had lunch with a girlfriend this week who I hadn’t seen in years, and she confided in me that she is depressed all the time, that she just sits for hours and stares at the wall. She shared that she hates leaving her home and had almost cancelled our lunch date. As I I responded that I was so glad she had decided to come and that I understood and also struggled daily with depression, I reflected in the back of my mind on what a joyful, wonderful week I had been having, wondered at the fact, and silently thanked my Heavenly Father. Conversing with my friend was a mixed blessing–nice to have someone to share experience with but not wishing my own experience on anyone, and hoping against all hope that I was on the permanent upswing.