Positive Negation + Depression

This morning I woke up with a song in my head.

Rather than listening to our usual dose of Morning Edition, which recently has been making me cynical and sad with its coverage of the plethora of current events choking the life and spirit out of humanity, I played the song I had woken to.  And for the first time in quite a while, I felt something.  Singing along, I was on the verge of tears.  Passion stirred as I belted out the lyrics.  And I realized that even this, a feeling of pain near tears, was better than the dull nothingness I’d been experiencing for quite a while.

Which means I’m not doing as well as I’d like to in dealing with my Depression.  

What do we do, my dear readers, when we come to the realization that we’ve been unwell to the point of numbness for quite a while, and yet were too numb to even realize it?  When we’re not so much Depression Warriors as fighters sitting on the sideline drinking the electrolytes of apathy?