Winter is prime time for depressive episodes to show up. For those of us who struggle with depression, myself included, the endless grey days can often sneak their way into our being. I’m not immune to it, and lately I’ve been feeling the grey-ness from the inside out.
If you’ve been following along in my Instagram stories for the last two weeks, you know I’ve been struggling with my old friend depression for most of February. Luckily, it seems that this depressive episode only decided to stick around for about two weeks, and I can already feel the clouds lifting.
Depression is a funny thing.
It sneaks up on you when you least expect it. Some days, you forget you ever had it. You forget it was there, you forget that it pays rent somewhere deep in your brain. Depression can be a quiet, easy tenant– paying bills on time, never throwing parties and always taking out the trash.
And then again, there are times when it shows up in your living room. It waits until you’re out of the house, and when you aren’t paying attention– it comes up from behind you, pushes you down, and sits on your chest.
Go back to bed.
But wasn’t I just frolicking in daisies, sunshine and rainbows yesterday?
Sorry, mother fucker. Today you get a visit from your longest tenant.