and potentially avoid being misunderstood(not that anyone reads this anyway)I find writing about myself takes a lot of motivation and energy.Things I was desperately in short supply of while I was “away”.Which is not to say that I was comatose in a dark room by any means.Oh no, I managed to make it to work and make dinner (almost) every night and keep a decent house.I also managed to walk a marathon and a half for breast cancer but these are all things I did for OTHER people.When I’m in a funk I can’t deal with myself. I use up all my energy on others.I’m sure that there are plenty of people who are the exact opposite of that.So now I’m writing again …for TWO WHOLE DAYS so far.What does this mean? Am I feeling better? I don’t know….

I’m back.
I’ve been gone a long time.
It’s been weird.
I think that people who have enough motivation to blog about depression may be less depressed than they think.

I’ve been sitting in a lot of black ink for a while barely breathing but I’m back now.
Taking it day by day….