Last week I had two phone conversations that made me think.<\/p>\n
(Actually -MOST conversations make me think- at least a little! \ud83d\ude42 )<\/p>\n
One was with the nurse from my diabetic management team. They call every couple of months just to see if I am still here- ask me a bunch of questions that they want yes or no answers to, and generally waste my time. But – they do get me free testing supplies and needles- so I put up with the inconvenience. One question they ALWAYS ask is – am I depressed? Has my depression caused me to miss out on business or social activities? Have I been diagnosed as in a state of depression? I realize that there are three questions there, but they add up to one. 1+1+1=1 Am I depressed?<\/p>\n
no.<\/p>\n
well, maybe, since you keep asking.<\/p>\n
Conversation #2 was with my brother. <\/p>\n
He is depressed. Or as he describes it- down.<\/p>\n
We talked- we laughed- we commiserated with each other’s troubles- and then he asked- ” Has your life turned out the way you thought it would?”<\/p>\n
no.<\/p>\n
or, maybe?<\/p>\n
I’m not sure I thought that much about a finished life. Like how it would turn out. I just lived it, trying to do the best thing, attempting to follow God’s leading- looking for ways to do that which was right and good. Loving, trusting, obeying, following, believing, teaching, upholding, giving, taking, reading….<\/p>\n
I made a lot of mistakes. I did a lot of things right. <\/p>\n
I didn’t have a master plan- I just did what came next to the best of my ability and understanding.<\/p>\n
I’m not depressed. I am pollyanna.<\/p>\n
I think happy thoughts and search out joy filled moments. <\/p>\n
And I escape harsh reality in flights into literature.<\/p>\n
And my life is,… well, my life is my life.<\/p>\n
I’ve lived every moment of it- experienced joy and sorrow, success and failure, lost and found- it has added up to the grand total of me.<\/p>\n
1+1+1+1+1=1 <\/p>\n
My math skills are depressed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Last week I had two phone conversations that made me think. (Actually -MOST conversations make me think- at least a little! \ud83d\ude42 ) One was with the nurse from my diabetic management team. They call every couple of months just … Continue reading