It’s so funny how when the depression is dead, so too are the words. I’ve got very little left to say. Work is great again. I’ve been social every day. I went to the movies yesterday (alone) to recharge. Also did some reading beforehand. Started my workouts again. I’m caught up on sleep.
I do have to say here and there I do find myself feeling a sense of lack. But it’s not in any way debilitating. I have accepted my lack of control in this new surprising situation. And so feeling lack is perfectly normal. And that keeps me from just outright… sinking into some dark unfathomable depth of despair. Though I am finding myself wanting to retreat further into myself in subtle ways.
Anyway, maybe I’ll have a few more words tomorrow. For now, I’m done.