I realized that while my depression leaves me numb to my own pleasures, I’m easily affected by the plights of others. Which is a pathetic situation to be in since my depression all but guarantees that I won’t be able to help.
I’m still doing the best I can. It’s an excruciatingly slow process and I want to give up so often but then I think of the people I love and get the energy to keep going.
I suspect that the way my health is going, its too much to hope for a long life with my darling but maybe I can do something lasting for those I leave behind.