"Oh, just change your attitude," they'll say.
"I just pull myself by my bootstraps and put a smile on my face," some tell me.
"Just spend more time at the gym."
Sorry, it doesn't work that way. Attitude helps. A smile helps. Exercise helps. But they don't cure clinical depression.
With the help of San Geraldo, I manage to keep the worst bouts from returning, simply by being aware and getting help when I/we see the patterns returning. What returns are the voices in my head. They tell me I'm not good enough (for what, I don't know). I'm not handsome enough (for my life as a fashion model?), I'm not smart enough, kind enough, rich enough, confident enough, talented enough, humble enough.
On my good days, none of that even matters.
On my bad days, I'm simply not enough.
Lately, I'm not finding myself interesting enough, which explains my recent dearth of blog posts.
But, finally, rather than trying vainly to be enough for you (OK, for myself), I figured it was time to just tell you what's been going on in my head.
The walks have helped. Usually about 11 km (8 miles) in 2-1/2 to 3 hours, with a day off between. Monday, it's back to the gym. Really. No excuses.
This is what I saw on the walk home Friday...
And I wanna fly, too...