Coda

One of the particular tortures of depression is the acute ability to feel the drudgery of life...to see the long, exhausting journey of it...and not to be able to develop the interpersonal relationships that would make the journey bearable. At least for me, right this very moment, that's how it seems.

I came across this article in RealSimple (which, by the way, apparently doesn't reprint articles on their web site) and I thought: Who are these people? How on earth are they able to enjoy each other and the life that they have, without buckling under the titanic weight of life's demands? These are successful women...the people that attend this slumber party...and they all have what appear to be high pressure jobs. How do they manage to still enjoy life?

And the questions: What's wrong with me that I can't? What am I not getting that they obviously do, to have a full schedule and not feel as though they are climbing a constantly increasing, ever unending incline?

I don't have answers right now...and the thoughts that are coming to mind are best covered over by sleep. So I'm off to bed with the dog and the husband and hopes that I will awake and find that this darkness has past.