Dear John:

For me, depression is that deep sadness of long ago, this despair of so many years ago, the … lost paradise of childhood, the lost dreams and hopes.

You  know, that joy of a child running on green grass in a sunny  day, the sun dancing  around the grass, and  your little feet running and running… or running with your bare feet sinking into hot sand, but not too hot, running to the cool water of the ocean,  feeling  that excitement of getting into that water, splashing… the happy voices of children already there, waiting to join them.

The memory of that excitement, of that anticipation, of that looking  forward to something right ahead, almost there, when life seemed  full of possibilities, adventures there for the taking.

I am tired at this point, so very tired and  will be taking  a break for a few hours from the computer. So  glad you started a new thread, good  to  be writing to you so soon, sooner than I expected. It  is nice to be pleasantly surprised this way.

anita