It just couldn't last. Nothing stays simple. I slipped, made mistakes, took a few steps out of line and now I'm back in the depressive fugue. Weight-lifting and catching up on my sleep have helped a lot though. No matter how bad it gets, I am still me, I am still in control. I don't know how many other people can say that as they struggle with their own demons, and it gives me a perverse sort of pride. Subsistance farming in my own soul.
D-rev.
