I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around how much has happened this year. It’s been just… a big year, full of change. I want to say that it’s all been bunnies and lollipops, but that would be a lie. There has been a lot of bad this year, too. But, I’m not going to focus on that today. I’m going to ignore the deer-impacts and the death-throes of my personal finances. I’m not even going to focus on the tangible achievements I’ve managed to make this year.
That’s right, I’m not going to talk about my books today.
I’m going to focus on something a little more important.
2014 has been a good year for me. If you’ve been following the blog, you probably know that I suffer from pretty severe depression. In fact, overcoming depression is one of the primary reasons I started blogging. It’s the definite reason I switched from the attempt at political humor to writing about myself. It might sound self-indulgent, but honestly, it helps.
Depression is… a hard disease to live with. I don’t think I can accurately explain exactly what it is like. It is what it is.
This year has had a few low points in it. There have been some times when I was rolling down the emo-spiral faster than an Acme anvil dropping on an unsuspecting coyote. But, in comparison to the last few years, 2014 has been a fairly mellow year. I’ve managed to spend more days on the good side than the bad. Not a small accomplishment in and of itself.
I know several people that suffer from depression. It makes life hard. It makes living hard.
Wow, this post is going more negatively than I intended.
Look, here’s the thing. Sometimes it’s hard to be thankful for the good things you have in your life, but it’s important to take the time to list everything you’ve got.
Right now, I’m healthy, employed, fed, and sheltered. I’m stable, or as stable as I can get, emotionally speaking. I’m productive and creating, and there are plenty of good things for me to be happy about.
And that’s enough.