|Whining; also, how have you been?
||[Nov. 16th, 2012|09:40 pm]
Why is it depression is so hard to admit? A month or two ago I remember wondering if the black dog was near the door. Now I spent whole days practically jumping out of my seat, running blindly from the twitch that doesn't let me concentrate on anything at work or at home because I haven't given it demanded attention. The only relief seemed to be practising violin, but the twitch even made it into that sanctum more than once. I can fight there, but not at work. It's not a twitch. It's the black dog and it has been shaking me hard in its spine snapping jaws. For the last few months at least. I couldn't let myself see it until now.|
Sigh. I have a lot of work to do again. Hopefully I'm better equipped this time around.
Sorry to have stalled this journal. For a while I thought it ended with dearest Dax's passing (daxen, catkin, rolly polly bratkin [ to the tune of "fish heads"] ).
So more than a year has passed. The life has played out mainly over on Google Plus. Look for me there +Nick Verne if you want to see lots of pics. Lots of good stuff has happened - renovated house, Yuri at uni and so on. That means blissful happiness, right?
Don't panic, I'm not in danger. I'm just trying to get out of the black dog's jaws.