and sometimes I have to fight it off with every weapon I can come up with. There’s plenty of posts about how to deal with your depression. This is not that post. My depression got a name somewhere along the way. Merry. It’s name is Merry. It bothers me so I call it Murray instead. Murray, the copperhead in the well tended grass of my life.
(none of this is true. The truth is her depression is named Shadow and started as a black unicorn from my little pony the old one, not that new stuff)
Bleah, whatever we call it, it does sometimes just go. I don’t know why or when it will happen. In those moments I’d love to say I get as much done as possible, but that’s not what happens. I sit and enjoy some show, petting the dog, or cat, and trying to figure out how to make a small child come out of limpet mode
Darkness who had been hanging around for weeks now, just disappeared. I wonder when it will be back.
Wizzy Wind 