Monday, April 16, 2007
The Belly of the Beast
Depression is a wacky beast, because when it hits, it's out of nowhere. This monster is big, ugly, and could use some mouthwash. (And frankly, if you were around last week, the same could be said of me.)
I have fought this demon for a long time. Through prayer. Through exercise. Through diet. But sometimes it still catches up to me. Last week was particularly brutal. I'm almost back to myself again, which means I can look no further than my nose and see how truly blessed I am. It's a scary image, also, about how joy robbing depression can be.
I write this not to be saccharine, or feel sorry for myself, but to remind others of you out there that if you do all the right things, but you still feel like your bed is the only place you want to hide in, it's okay to do something about it and not make any excuses.
I suppose there's good news and bad news in my old spunk coming back. The good news is that I'm ready to face the world of querying again. The bad news is that other magazine freelancers are going to have to compete with Mama P in fighting form.
I pity those fools.