I’ve been fighting a mild case of depression for a couple weeks now. I’m not really sure why. All I know is that my usual endless amounts of energy to do and accomplish are not where they need to be. I’m slow to respond to needs at work. I’ve decorated my home for the holidays but it took days to convince myself it needed to be done.
I had a rare evening to myself last night. I planned to wrap gifts while no one was around and do my at-home paperwork while I had a quiet house. What did I do? I came home from dropping my son at a concert, ate take-out and binge watched Netflix. Granted, it’s been months since I’ve watched anything I wanted to watch. I don’t ever watch TV other than what someone else put on. Still, this lethargic miasma I’m wading through as got to go.
I’m pretty sure the only way to get rid of it is to just keep plodding through and forcing myself to get things done. It’s nothing like the crippling depression many people experience. I’m being a bit of a whiner here because I know I’m one of the very fortunate people who are upbeat most of the time. I usually shake off the troubles of life with humor or by just moving on. I don’t hold onto the past much because I tend to have a poor memory for it. It used to bother me when people would bring up experiences in the past that I had absolutely no recollection experiencing. But, I realize now that it serves me well to forget. I see friends of mine holding grudges and see how carrying that pain weighs them down.
What to do? Just keep moving, I guess. Like Dory in Finding Nemo.