Seven Degrees Left of Center

Making Time

I struggle with making time. I find it much easier to waste time. Today is one of those days. It is 3:30 p.m., and nothing has been accomplished. This is a sign of my depression. Knowing it exists is one thing. Writing about it is very hard.

Yet, writing about depression is getting something done. Isn't that a win? I never knew about depression before the brain tumor. I may have had some level of depression. I don't remember being depressed. But there are several things I don't know.

One thing I learned is it is okay to say I am depressed. Most importantly, it is okay, I am getting help to deal with it. And it is okay to make time to talk about it.