I am recovering. Maybe, it’s the weather. Though it has been chilly, it hasn’t rained for the past few days, and the sky is blue.
They say that winter brings depression. Gray sky, chill in the air and being confined indoors don’t help.
I say I’m recovering because I can now look at the gloom inside me objectively. Yes, I will be depressed again and again. Yes, I will be discontent with my life and where it’s going. And, yes, I will feel like dumping everything, namely responsibilities, taking off and starting all over. Despite all this fear, confusion, and uncertainty, I’m beginning to think that things happen for reasons and everything will be alright.
I am still trepidatious about going out, though. Yesterday, I went out to a store to get food and started to have a panic attack. I need to take small steps.