I'm not depressed anymore.
I made a decision last Friday to snap out of it, and so I did.
It might have helped that I spent the weekend in Margaritaville. If you're a soul who can still stay depressed after a trip to Margaritaville, then you're much more tortured than I.
People kept asking me what I had to be depressed about.
Nothing.
That's the thing about depression: it's a motherfucker with no rhyme or reason.
It hit me during a transition in life.
But I'm pretty sure I'm over it.
Wait. Positive thinking: I AM over it. And I can now resume being master of The Universe.
At least master of mine...
1 comment:
That's awesome! It's great to have you back Kel. Congrats again on your test results, too.
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