cleolinda wrote a very accurate portrait of depression here - this entry started because I wanted to comment on the post, but couldn't convince myself that someone with as huge a following as Cleo would actually want my comments on there. I know, I know - it's a problem. It's the main problem, actually. I've been fighting with depression for years now, and the cycle usually means that it gets really bad about every 4-5 years or so. The first was during high school, the second during college. It hasn't gotten to that horrible nadir of depression again, but I'm finding it to be a more constant, low-level badness - like the sound of a fan in the background, always there.
I'm not sure what I hoped to accomplish here, but I guess I'm going to try to put myself out there a little bit more. I feel a little bit like I've collapsed in on myself, and I'm loath to even really talk to anyone, because I know I'm likely to just babble about things no one but me cares about. Fair warning - apparently I'm only really capable of complete radio silence or irrelevant babbling.
Hope everyone's Thanksgiving went well. Now it's time to get ready for Christmas, woo? :)