I know, I keep going on about this, but the sooner we reach the day when we can as freely admit to depression and mental illness as we can to a cold, I'll stop. I promise.
In the meantime, please read Daydreamer
Yesterday I felt as low as at almost any time in my life and was very aware that somehow a way of climbing out of the pit was necessary before it became too difficult even to attempt.
After a night awake, to get ready for church was nearly impossible, but, knowing it might just make the difference I did so,
The church was empty when I arrived, decorated for Christmas and looking beautiful and I hated it. Felt like howling aloud but hearing footsteps quickly started to 'robe up'. As more people arrived, and we had the choir run-through I thought, "I know the anthem better than I thought".
A tiny, tiny glimmer of satisfaction, but enough to get me through the service to half-way......