The beat goes on.

Up in the Snowy Mountains.

November 9, 2015

About four weeks ago I confessed that I am a clinically depressed guy, that my medicine didn’t seem to work well. You were sympathetic. Thanks for the great support and impressive understanding. It’s wonderful to have such enlightened family and friends!

We turn to our sources of strength, don’t we? I believe in traditional forms of meditation, of magic, of prayer, of many ancient sayings, such as one finds in the Bible in the book of Psalms, but also reliable places like the I Ching. Or novels, for me, such as Joseph Heller’s “Catch-22.” These strengthen and reassure me. After all, things usually seem better after a night’s sleep. Only these days there doesn’t seem to be enough sleep, even if I could sleep all the time. Which I would but I can’t. I’m lucky that I must work full time these days, although my co-workers sometimes notice that I look sad.

Anyway, the new medicine my physician prescribed last month isn’t working as good as the med it replaced. This painful depression seems to shackle my body even worse than before. Thank God for modern medical care, and I’ll visit him tomorrow. We know how potentially lethal major depressive illness is. I am fortunate to have insight into my condition. My doc assured me he will help me find a more effective med.

Again, idle reader, if you believe you may be depressed, or especially if the people who live with you repeatedly ask you if you might be depressed, please put in a call to your doctor’s nurse and get some advice.