So this picture is blurry, but it's from my son's high school production of King Lear (not my son here- he was the good guy at the end- you know, one of the few that live at the end). I actually like it because it's blurry because then I don't have to blur his face, and you still get a feel for what's going on. Not a story I was familiar with to be honest, but after the first night I asked my son questions about what was going on (there are always issues with the mics first night and a lot of rushing lines) I was able to go back closing night and understand what was going on a bit better. I did grasp that the king is kind of loosing it though and I just though "poor crazy King Lear" I could kind of relate a bit.
I've had my moments, especially lately. They kind of come and go, but recently I feel like they are hanging around a little more often. Not like King Lear, but enough to decide maybe it's time to get back on my anxiety/depression medication. I think I've been off a year or two maybe, but today I got a refill. It was very interesting that it was the day after I had written a reply to a post on another blog about depression. I've written about it a few places lately. Maybe writing about it kind of helped me reassess? It was kind of a long day yesterday; lots of thinking and stuff and lots of writing, actually. Writing is good sometimes. I supposed that's why I decided to write this.
That's kind of it for now. Maybe I won't even publish this. Maybe I just want to write it.