Random thoughts
Feb. 16th, 2013 03:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ezekielsdaughterI had a therapist tell me (some time ago) that I wasn’t depressed, I was just sad. Interesting. It makes me wonder how she could possibly know. Especially, if depression is a chemical imbalance. After all, she had done no blood tests. Therein followed a number of sessions where she offered suggestions to alleviate my sadness.
This is all to say that I find myself, unaccountably, sad. Tears for foolish reasons. Waking from dreams of frustrated searching. I could blame it on Valentine’s Day--no guy--or a birthday--57. But, in my gut I know that’s not the case.
Loneliness, maybe. That was part of my analysis for the therapist. Another reason is that I find myself staring at a 300 page novel that needs revising. The only way is to withdraw from the world--other than work--and finish the thing. But I am already starved for human contact. The novel or friends? Friends or the novel? And what type of novel results from someone with little contact with real friends?
