This post is just a recognition that I’m about to hit a point where I’ve crossed of most of the criteria for major depression.
It’s not – repeat FREAKING NOT – a cry for help, a request for sympathy, or anything of the sort. If you feel it’s absolutely necessary to say something in the comments or Facebook or whatever, that’s great. But it’s not needed, and probably won’t make a difference.
It is, however, an acknowledgement of where I’m at, and a request that when – not if, but when – I screw up, don’t act myself, seem disinterested, blow a deadline, or the like, that folks know what’s going on and don’t think it’s because I’m just… I dunno, a flake.
I’m taking care of myself, I’m not in danger, it’s not being left alone.
But since I work and interact with so many people, and I’ve had so many wonderful – wonderful – people rally for me when things have gone south in the past, I thought it worth mentioning now so that people don’t get unnecessarily concerned or upset.
Thank you, and have a wonderful day.
Is this a situational depression? If so, what's going on in your life to bring you down?
Or do you suffer from biochemical depression, the kind that sets in for no apparent reason?
Little of column A, little of column B.
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