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New Year, Same Old Depression
Don’t Be Afraid If You Don’t Have Your Life Together
The new year is supposed to be a hopeful time of year for everyone, particularly after the last two years when we’ve all suffered through Covid-19. Many people are making plans to take up a new hobby, build positive habits, or give up one of their vices. I’ve written an article specifically targeting what I plan to achieve this year, which is unusual for me. Usually, I approach the year with a tentative “what now?” vibe.
However, for many of us, the start of the New Year doesn’t necessarily mean a happy, hopeful feeling.
It’s challenging when depression reaches out from its pit with its terrible scaly claw and drags us down. I did start the year happily enough.
I’d had a relatively relaxing Christmas and enjoyed taking time off from both my full-time job and my additional writing commitments. I enjoyed spending time with my husband, watching Christmas films and the fact that fairy lights become ubiquitous at Christmas. Even the ugliest housing estate becomes beautiful when lights are twinkling everywhere. No snow, sadly, but you can’t have everything.
On the morning of the third of January, though, depression struck. I think I was aware of…
