Soul Spelunking: taking time out to go on excursions of self discovery, reading the signs written on the cave walls, and finding our way underneath the surface level to healing the very deepest of wounds. Let’s face it, no one gets out of this life alive. Or unscathed. Maybe some lucky people had amazing childhoods.
Tag: Cancer and depression
Bing bong bing bong bong bong bing bong (Big Ben chimes doorbell) Me: who is it? Depression: oh an old friend! Me: [excited because I’ve been isolated for seven months, opens door expectantly] Oh, no. It’s you. How did you get our new address? Depression: I can find you anywhere at any time in anyplace
Why does anything that seemingly brings joy or comfort feel like a luxury since my metastatic cancer diagnosis? I’m truly not one to just let opportunities for fun and friendship go by and there’s no depression happening either chemically in my brain or circumstantially. No one could blame me for feeling depressed either. But it doesn’t describe how I’m truly feeling nor how all this is affecting my emotional well-being.