I find it so baffling how depression can make a set of inoffensive circumstances look overwhelming, ugly and dull. To put a more postive spin on the same thought, now that I am feeling more “normal”, the things that I thought were going to be the breaking of me (my children, my work, my surroundings, my life….), now seem full of promise, the source of joy, mostly pretty fulfilling. So what the heck was going on? I hate, HATE the way that although I know I am not looking at things straight, I still get taken by the fallacy that what I am seeing is the way things are. And however many times it happens, I don’t get wiser and rise above it.
But, as I said, the sun has come out, and I am a happy girl again.