So about a month ago I was in a pretty dark hole–depressed, overwhelmed, couldn’t sleep. This kind of state comes and goes with me, but I couldn’t figure out why it was suddenly attacking me so strongly. Then I realized: for the last week or so, I had been:
- not praying as much as usual
- reading the newspaper every day at work
- following and researching stories about child abuse and homelessness
- watching JAG right before bedtime, including episodes about gangs, suicides, and PTSD
- and reading a memoir about the Vietnam War.
Duh! I quit reading the paper, tried to quit clicking the “trending” news stories on Facebook, and brought the Vietnam book back to the library. I gave myself permission to veg on the couch at night, instead of reading something “serious” and “worthwhile,” and I picked up a couple of fun pulp fiction mysteries. I started saying evening or night prayer more often. Voila! Instant peace.
Sometimes depression comes on for no reason, and there’s nothing you can do about it. But sometimes it’s your own darn fault. Speaking of which, I started this blog with the intention of devoting most of my time to passing on beautiful things, didn’t I. Sorry about that. I don’t regret any of the posts I’ve written about disturbing topics, but I’m going to try to make the majority of them positive from now on!
P.S. I’ve finally created an email account for the blog, and I’d love to hear from you at SunsetBlog (at) aol (dot) com. Thank you so much for reading. You make my day.