With the end of the year looming, not to mention Christmas, it’s time for one of my six-monthly reflective messages. Usually I do these in the form of a status message on FB, or leave these for one of my private journals. But this one is going to be a little bit longer than is suitable for a mere status message, and which I feel is worthy of sharing with those of you who care for both Paula and myself, and not just for my own private, reflective, gestation, at a time far in the distant future.
On my way home…
I was on the late train home last night after a rehearsal. I’d started to settle down in my seat to do some journal writing, which I was required to stop due to what was going on around me.
8th of December
It’s been just over a year since I started the blog, and it is showing no signs of finishing off in the near future. We’ve had some sad news- Panda’s father just passed away a couple of days ago. I won’t talk about this too much just now, suffice to say that he had been a stroke sufferer for some time. I’ve just discovered in the last hour or so that one of my oldest friends is back in town after a a six year absence. I’ve only seen him a handful of times over the last fourteen years, and it’s amazing that we’ve stayed in touch over this time.
Stay tuned later in the month as I will probably do some sort of retrospective on what have certainly been a year of events- mostly good ones.
Depression
Depression is something that is, apparently, becoming almost an epidemic in our society. But yet it is still treated by many as a taboo thing. Something to put up with. Something not to be spoken about because it’s embarrassing. The impression that this is a condition that must be endured- alone.