I sat down in the study staring at the screen, cursor
blinking, mind blank, desktop covered with chocolate wrappings, an empty cup on
one side, books piled in a corner, unshaven, unwashed – and unhappy. The time
was about 3am.
You have seen the movies: Girl gets dumped and she locks
herself up for days till a friend comes in to find her drowning in chocolate
and icecream, fetid from not having a bath and with streaks of makeup where
tears have washed off what would have made her appear more beautiful. I was at
that same point; depressed with a capital “D”!
Can’t give details, but it had to do with work-related changes
and how much that affected me. It also involved someone who was (and who
remains) dear to me. My wife (the angel) was good as always, trying to cheer me
up, making the best meals and all that stuff… Even my son tried too; he crawled
in love-shaped circles around me, and at some point tried to say the words in ‘babynese’:
“John, or dad, or you lovely man with the shaggy beard, it will be alright…”
Ok, I made that up!
However, if there is something I am lousy at, it is staying
depressed for long. I have always had a need to “make it happen” – and suddenly, in my depression, I had an epiphany.