I saw it coming.

I grudgingly said hello.

I allowed it to simmer and linger.

Depression.

That uninvited guest.

Comes to spend the night on your couch,

and ends up

staying for weeks on end

in your room and bathrobe.

I have my episodes, like I did this past week and a lot of times they are triggered by very innocuous, mundane things. such as a break in my rituals.

Sometimes, I can’t even put a finger on the precise point of trigger, or even encapsulate my emotions properly in words. What I do know, however, is that as hard as it may be to get out of that bed and bathrobe and face your day, for those of us who go through these down times, it’s very important to focus on daily pick-me-up rituals. They have a way of keeping you grounded.