When depression is very very bad, even the most powerful motivating positive influences sometimes only make an impression for a matter of seconds. Still, that makes those seconds count, and those who know enough to understand tell me that it's those seconds I need to hold onto.
Was watching my dog run and roll in the grass this morning, snorting like a pig and standing on her head in that very bizarre, uniquely Labrador way. It made me both smile and cry, for different reasons, but the smile, though brief, was real.
I often listen to ridiculous, juvenile breakfast radio shows. The jokes they tell are usually crass, crude, stupid... and funny, in that moment. That's why I listen to them. There's something strengthening about grinning to yourself about a private joke in a public place.
I like this thread. It's timely for me to be reminded to think about these things.