I have a list of blog post ideas in my journal, which I reference when I am in a writing mood and need some inspiration. My latest suggestion was as follows: "Week of depression (May 2026, depression as episodic with some weeks being hard for no reason)"
I don't remember which week of May this was. I don't know if I was feeling depressed for a couple of days or a couple of weeks. But I do know that depression lingers. Depression lives in me.
Depression lives in me the way mold creeps on living things, the way bacteria spreads, the way innocence is tainted by sadness and broken promises. It's there. It's always there.
