I have been feeling a little depressed lately, for a number of reasons.
It’s nothing clinical or health – threatening, but is unpleasant, and it makes me just not want to talk to anyone.
As a part of getting my stuff together (In case you haven’t heard, 2016 is The Year Tim Gets His Stuff Together), I’ve been going through the houses in our storage room, or at least my boxes.
And tonight, I found a scrap of paper, probably a decade old or more, a scrawled note from a novel that never really came to fruition.
And it was just what I needed to hear.
“Sorrow lasts for the night, but the dawn will break. You can choose to live under the night, become a part of it, turn your back on the hope the sunrise brings. And then when the dawn comes, where are you?”
“I’m sure you’ll tell me,” Ashe said, glancing over his shoulder at Jack.
“If you don’t fight the darkness, don’t allow yourself to suffer, you can lose your love for the light. And then dawn finds you crawling deeper into the shadows, huddled I’m fear of the joy you once longed for.”
Okay, so it’s a bit unsubtle, but I think i needed to hear it.
This has been a rough summer, all around. I need to admit that, and not start resenting a job I genuinely like 90% of the time.
Time has been right, but mostly, I just haven’t felt up to calling and starting better touch with my friends. This is a vicious circle, because it is a symptom of feeling down and a major cause of it.
I have gotten hurt and sick a couple of times this summer, and that has put me off of exercise, which is always a struggle for me. It is so much easier to just let it slide.
And with the later hours and earlier mornings, of course I haven’t been getting enough sleep.
But as I said yesterday, I am drawing the line on that.
The only way out of anything like this is through.
As Bruce Cockburn sang, you’ve “got to kick at the darkness ’til it bleeds daylight.”