Damn it, depression can creep up on me and attack even when I am riding high. It stealthy stalks me and catches me off guard, unaware. When I get like this, the last thing I want to do is write. I started this damn blog, so I feel obligated.
I am in the midst of making a massive life change. It has taken much preparation and thought to accomplish this change. I have been riding a wave of adrenaline for the past 3 weeks, and now I have to wait. The ride is over for now. For some reason, this process releases the depression chemicals in my head. I hate it. It makes me go through a very specific dance. I get angry for what has happened to me. Then I feel like I should just get over it. Then, I get tired of the dance. Why me?
Anyway, I don’t have much more to say. I am tired and weary from the dance. I am spent.