Into the Gloom...
Sometimes it seems that I only realize that I have been caught in a great gray fog when it finally begins to lift. I'm talking about depression, something which has lingered on the edge of my life for many decades...mostly well-hidden, not affecting my life in any significant way, but occasionally, rearing its head and showing its teeth, sucking me into its murky maw to hang on for dear life- mine. Now, I am not talking about that kind of depression which totally decimates a life, making activity and decision-making and enjoy- ment impossible...depression that truly needs treatment if the person is to recover some type of equilibrium again. That depth of darkness has never swallowed me up and for that I am eternally grateful. No, I'm talking simply about the kind that seems to put a coating of gray ash on everything...that tamps down pleasure and creativity and energy...that invades the mind with insidious voices whispering of worthlessness, making me doubt e