A Black and Grey Paint By Numbers

[amymyoung]

Right now I’m perpetually tired. It’s a side effect of the depression, and I know it.

I’m also fighting back with everything in my arsenal – the drugs, the CBT methods I know to lift my spirits, using the hands held out by friends and family.

I started writing again, which after a two year hiatus has been, shall we sayinteresting. I’m getting used to putting words on the page again and seeing how they play with each other, and the muses are slowly coming out of hiding. In some ways, it’s like spring in my brain — there’s a lot of grey and black still, but the colour is slowly coming alive in there.

Maybe there is hope after all… and I’m sure I’ll look back on this sometime soon and shake my head. I hate how depression comes and goes. To quote Rush (“Far Cry”) – one day it feels I’m on top of the world, the next it’s rolling over me.

 

Mirrored from Amy M. Young.