No, not my ego. . . . Watch it!
As some of our vast reading audience may be aware, I’ve been slipping down that
towards the Valley of Depression.
Did I mention slipping?
It’s been a slow slip, so I’ve casually mentioned it and tossed it around on these pages – but it probably looks like my all-too-common melodrama.
Maybe it is.
I’ve talked to a doc about it, but her response was to say
of course you’re depressed; have you seen your life !?!?
This wasn’t helpful.
And, of course, I’m eager to avoid these common treatments for severe depression:
as the side effects are
So I’m gonna go consult an old, wise man – medically-trained man, of course; I’m nothing if not conventional – and get him to send me to whom or where I best should go next.
I bring it up not to cause ripples in this vast readership, but because – like my alcoholism – I find it very helpful to shine a little light on it and not hide it under my ample belly.
Expect the next few weeks of posts to involve a lotta naked broads.