“What was that?” Belgarath asked, coming back around the corner.
“Brill,” Silk replied blandly, pulling his Murgo robe back on.
“Again?” Belgarath demanded with exasperation. “What was he doing this time?”
“Trying to fly, last time I saw him.” Silk smirked.
The old man looked puzzled.
“He wasn’t doing it very well,” Silk added.
Belgarath shrugged. “Maybe it’ll come to him in time.”
“He doesn’t really have all that much time.” Silk glanced out over the edge.
From far below – terribly far below – there came a faint, muffled crash; then, after several seconds, another. “Does bouncing count?” Silk asked.
The above is a quote from David Eddings, from the book Magicians Gambit. I picked this to share because I love this book, but also because it kind of feels like what I’m doing.
Yesterday really was a terrible day, the day before was worse. I’m less depressed today, but not back to normal by any means. While hubby was working (he would have been there for me otherwise) a mate of mine helped talk me back from the dive last night, and I’ll always be grateful for that.
A condition like depression isn’t easy, it doesn’t comes and goes, and often for no reason. I don’t know what kicked this downturn off. I haven’t been sleeping, but I think everyone is suffering with that in the current heat.
All I want to say is that I am on the upsweep, bottom of maybe, but getting there.
Thank God for friends.