While sorting through the material pieces of my life in preparation for the move, I ran across an old notebook. It is the notebook which I kept during my first bout of serious depression and was in treatment for it. I haven't seen or read this thing in several years now.
After scanning through it, I decided to set down a few pieces of it in my blog. Here goes:
I am coming to realize that I am not so much a loner as I would like to have myself believe. This experience, my illness, has shown me that I do indeed need other people. None of us can do it all on our own. Like it or not we need each other.
I have once again lost my train of thought. Although I have, and still do, questioned my own sanity during this illness, I know that I will get better sooner or later.
My mind is wandering. There are times when my mind starts to sharpen a bit, and then the black fog thickens again and slows my thinking, losing direction.
I am surrounded by this dense black fog
I search for a light to burn through it
I know it's inside of me somewhere
I just need the match to light it
I can't find my matches
They are lost in the fog
I will keep searching
I know they are there
Somewhere.