The Talent of Depression

Posted on July 9, 2011 in Depression

I’m surrounded by people who tell me that everyone has a talent. Years of aptitude testing followed by generous explorations into various careers and skills have led me to the conclusion that my special genius is for being depressed about 10% to 90% of the day, depending on whether I have taken my medications, exercised, and beaten myself up. I know the slough with all its sinks and murky places well. The leeches who live here find their way into every crevice, drawing not happiness but energy from me. I seek relief by reading, walking the dog, or tweeting. Sustained effort is required to pound the quivering mudflats into stillness. Every now and then, when I believe that I have bested it, an gray egret pierces me in my sleep and I wake to despond.

I tell you. It’s a gift.