The Fog I

While sorting through the material pieces of my life in preparation for the move, I ran across an old notebook. It is the notebook which I kept during my first bout of serious depression and was in treatment for it. I haven't seen or read this thing in several years now.

After scanning through it, I decided to set down a few pieces of it in my blog. Here goes:

I am coming to realize that I am not so much a loner as I would like to have myself believe. This experience, my illness, has shown me that I do indeed need other people. None of us can do it all on our own. Like it or not we need each other.

I have once again lost my train of thought. Although I have, and still do, questioned my own sanity during this illness, I know that I will get better sooner or later.

My mind is wandering. There are times when my mind starts to sharpen a bit, and then the black fog thickens again and slows my thinking, losing direction.

I am surrounded by this dense black fog
I search for a light to burn through it
I know it's inside of me somewhere
I just need the match to light it
I can't find my matches
They are lost in the fog
I will keep searching
I know they are there
Somewhere.
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Many of us think we can get through life alone, and that we don't need other people, but that's not the case, we all need a shoulder to cry on every now and then. It sounds like a very confusing time, but it just shows how strong you really are.
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Thanks Sally. There was a time in my life when I wouldn't have accepted help from anyone for any reason. Of course, look where that got me.