I was hesitant to even post this here but I feel like the folks here are more kin to me, loving, and understanding than anywhere else.
I inherited the genetic disposition for depression from my father, who died from the illness when I was 10. I’ve been on medication for it a couple of times although I’ve never found it to help all that much.
It comes and it goes. Tonight it comes. I’m a big guy, a tough guy, but tonight I feel like crying for no reason at all. What a wimp!
The only reason I am writing this is to try and get it outside of myself, if that makes any sense, and to make some human contact as remote as it is over the net, to try and maintain some grasp on that which makes life worth living.
Just ignore this post and go on about your business, it’s just an attempt to put my feelings outside of myself as they shouldn’t belong to me in the first place. Sorry to take up bandwidth.