I am extremely lucky in that my depression is relatively mild. Most of the time I can keep it at bay using various techniques. But sometimes depression overcomes me, and I’m wondering whether I’m not becoming more susceptible to it as I get older. So it’s time to start documenting episodes and what triggered them in order to establish the pattern.

This instance, which was creeping up on me for a few days and broke yesterday morning, seems to have been brought on by the feeling that my writing is and will always be almost completely ignored.

I spent much of yesterday composing a very elaborate journal entry in my head, but I’m not actually going to get into all the details here. One aspect of depression, for me, is that I can’t stop dwelling on its every stupid little nuance, and I think I’ve already said enough for my purposes.

We’ll see how today goes.