Depression is truly an insidious bastard of a disease. Even more so it is a well worn track in the minds of those who suffer from it. We have to be ever vigilant of its return and then we have to be willing to deal with it.

I am watching several people around me in this predicament. I can see the depression creeping in, ring the warning bell and then sit here. This kills me. Unfortunately, there is little else I can do. I talk to them. Point out what is going on and suggest paths that maybe taken. When they ignore me I sit here in frustration. I watch promises being broken.

Depression is well worn path in the brain of those who deal with it. When we aren’t expecting it there is a very slow progression. It starts with just a little blip and then each day it increases. People around us will notice and say something. You know the “Maybe a check in with the therapist is in order?” These suggestions are shrugged off. As are other suggestions. Those of us on the outside who deal with depression and know the signs will do everything that we can to get some sort of reaction. Depression rarely hits full force in one day. It inches up on us. Slowly so we don’t really notice and can rationalize with “It isn’t that bad”. The problem is that unless we realize what is going on it grows unchecked.

Those of us who deal with depression have to remember what an insidious bastard it is. We have to be willing to listen to those around us and heed their words. Otherwise the hole we find ourselves in can be a lot deeper to climb out of.

Peace and blessings.