Depression is a Thing, and it Makes Sense
I have known poeple that have suffered in it. From it. With it.
Being sad and forlorn, as it were.
There can be many reasons. I think about people like Nicholas Baranovic. I think he may well have died from it. It did not kill my mom, though she had some long bouts and struggles. Thanks cancer, for that grace, I suppose.
Sad to say, but true, I think.
Donald Trump should cite some U Penn professors. Has he?
He never gets down, at least not that we know. Right?
A guy in Bloomington, maybe an opera and voice guy Roy, could not understand my mom's depression. Or maybe it was more Brother Johnson. I cannot think of his first name...
Wow. He forgot about Bloomington after 50 years of living there.
He was an astronomer, renouned in (reknowned?) in Denmark.
Hollis. Hollis and Greta, who made it through World War II and the German nationalists.
Some somewhat depressing times, after the Great Depression.
It all makes sense, but at times none of it.
Like me, like you.
We are wonderfully made, says the scriptures.
True.
Adam and Eve fell, that we might be. Jesus paid for all of us.
Not too depressing. But given the facts and the hostory, I can see the meloncholie and the sadness.
Melancholy.
Yes, it's a thing.
So cheer up and get some rest, and keep going.
Sadness no more, or checked by balance.
And love. Hope.