Time Keeps on Slipping

So much has happened recently, you'd think I'd be all over this blog. On the eve of the eve of my 66th birthday, I find myself unable to think of much to say. I am officially admitting to severe depression. I now know what it is. It isn't that black dark hole; it isn't sadness; it isn't grief. It's numbness, lassitude, not knowing what to do from one day to the next.

I'm officially depressed.

I have been reading through this blog, and realized that the person who started this journey has been in hiding somewhere for the past couple of years. I think everything just finally caught up with me: breast cancer, death of several in-laws, death of cats, moves, and more moves; loss of friends through time, boredom and disagreements. It all just caught up. And I let myself drift into the trap of on-line games, letting them substitute for friends and the real world.

So, time to stop. Time to sign off the game, destroy my towns, say goodbye, and get back into the real world.

I'll be 66 on Sunday. I was contemplating ignoring the day, acting as if it were not special. I think instead I will celebrate.