Thursday, October 17, 2013

Dear Depression

You're back.

Screw you.

Just when everything in my life is starting to work out for the better, you decide to roll on back into town like a not-friend who I don't want to talk to. You demand my time, my focus, my ability to write or think or do absolutely anything. You don't want me to knit, so I don't knit. You decide that my hobbies are pointless, so I don't do them. Not like I could anyway. You're such an energy drain that it's not like I could muster up the strength to pick up a project.

This happens every year. Just as my favorite season rolls around, so do you. Perhaps it's my allergies (I love fall but I'm also allergic to it), perhaps it's that August usually sucks for some reason and you just decide to come on in with that, perhaps it's that fall signifies everything I love and you don't want me to love it.

Either way, you suck.

But this year, I've got good meds and I'm fighting back. I've got too much stuff to do this year. I have socks to knit and clothes to sew. I have code to write and places to go and food to make and things that absolutely must be finished by Christmas. I actually have stuff that has to be done, and whether or not you care about that is not going to be considered when I make my plans.

The fact of the matter is, I simply don't have time for you this year.

Please go away, and don't let the door hit you on the way out.


1 comment:

  1. Thanks for this letter to depression (just reading it now, can you guess why? Yes, I suffer from depression, too!). I feel like not enough people understand what it's like. I wish you good health and hope you have a wonderful fall :)


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