Depression always sneaks up on me and then, BAM, kicks me in the teeth. This bout is no different. Looking back, the onset was evident: irritability at the least little thing (mainly directed at my poor hubs). Then it builds to not wanting to do simple chores around the house or go to Yoga classes. Then comes the layer that always reveals itself as true depression–my complete lack of desire to go to work. The good news is that once I am at this stage, it tends to be at its worst and I should be on the upswing in another day or so. Probably around 5pm on Friday, I’ll be feeling pretty dandy.

But until then, I have to live with myself. And, boy, am I a bore these days. Even I am tired of hearing myself sigh. This time, I know the cause of the depression and I have the tools to pull myself out of it. And I will use those tools. But depression and me, we have our dance to finish in our own way. I can never seem to cut that dance short, even when I see it for what it is.

So if you see my hubs, smile and be kind to him. He needs the reinforcements.