Lately, some days are almost unbearable to get through. I’m restless and tired. I worry about the future and fret about the past. I catch myself standing in the middle of a room wondering what to do next. Everything is a chore.
When I feel incapable of doing anything, and I can no longer stand my own company, I retreat into sleep. Sleep is a great escape. A release from the anxieties of a depressed mind.
Another escape is the shower. I stand under the water as it cascades warming my body. The sound of the shower running drowns out my thoughts and worries. It soothes my soul.
When I’m done I feel clean, warm, and calm. And for a little while at least, I feel at peace.