Saturday, July 23, 2011
A Rare Visit
My mother has come for the day to visit my son. I have neither seen nor spoke with my mother in two months. Don't get me wrong, I love my mother. Before this recent onset I spoke with her daily. There is something about this depression that makes interaction with anyone all but impossible. I simply have no desire to speak to anyone, engage the world around me, no desire to live beyond the confines of my home. I wonder how I will return to work as a teacher in a mere three weeks. I'll go now and attempt some level of normalcy with my family.