In my very first blog post, I tittered at the fact that most blogs I’d found that dealt with depression/mental illness don’t seem to be terribly active, and that that made sense to me, since someone who can barely find the will to live usually isn’t all that keen to write about it.
“My life sucks” – the end
Well, it’s been about 14 months since my last post here, and, yes, some of that time has been spent deep in the 20 foot hole. But it’s also been spent moving my family cross-country, from California back to my native Texas. So I’ve been busy, and my life has changed dramatically, and yet, the 20 foot hole moved with us. Of course it did.
I’m long past the time when I could convince myself that “life will be so much better if I just moved to….”. I told myself that about moving to Oklahoma. And back to Texas. And California. Wait, I told myself that once about OKLAHOMA? To be honest, I love Oklahoma. It’s where I was born. Born in OK, raised in TX, and most of my family are in these two states. But, let’s face it, OK is permanently about 20 years behind the times, in my humble opinion. But, I digress….I knew that taking up residency in Texas (again) would not magically make me happy, though I have noticed a reduction in stress since not having to deal with crappy LA traffic.
I won’t go into all the goings on of the last 14 months right now. Maybe, if I can fully resume my chosen form of therapy (this blog), I’ll share more details later. But I will say that I no longer have to work in cubicle hell, or anywhere, for that matter, and am able to spend all day with my daughter and take care of my family and even spend time painting/drawing/repurposing, etc., and, guess what? Still breathtakingly unhappy.