A bearded bummer

I was feeling a little “whoosy” yesterday. That’s been happening on and off lately. Not sure why. I’m going to see my doc next week.

Anyway, that’s not today’s topic. I just came out of a 2-1/2 week downer time. Not really depression, but heading that way. I’ve talked about the Rabbit Hole in other posts: how it is easy to slip down into real depression.

This wasn’t full-blown. I came up to the edge of that hole but, I’m happy to say, didn’t jump in. I’m also happy to say I’m back to normal… whatever that may be.

But, holy cow!, you should have seen me. I didn’t shave that whole time. I looked bad. It’s lucky Child Services didn’t see me with my grandchildren––they might have thought I was some homeless man who’d stolen them!

Poor grooming can be a sign of depression. It can also be a sign of just plain giving up. Well, I’m not giving up and I’m certainly not depressed (clinically anyway!)

Since we live behind our eyes we don’t see ourselves the way others do. Unless, of course, we look in a mirror. When I finally did look in the mirror I found an old man looking back at me! I’d gained at least 15 years! [Editors note: I don’t normally put a lot of exclamation marks in my writing but I think this warrants it.]

So I’m back again, showering, shaving, and writing. Oh yeah. Showering. That was an issue too. Amazing my wife still loves me!

I must be better now; I’m in the library and no one is looking at me in freight or jumping to another table while holding their nose.

I guess being happy benefits strangers too.

Ta tah for now.