Dump Architecture

I've been down in the dumps... well, the basement under the dumps... maybe under a trap-door in a root-cellar in the basement of the dumps... for the last couple of weeks. I haven't said much because I keep thinking it will pass in a day or so, and because the depression tells me to not say much. Missed wishing both my sisters a happy birthday, got in a bad enough fight with Caroline that we're not talking to each other, felt woefully inadequate talking to friends who are going through worse than I am, can't even find words to express how I feel about what's going on in the world outside. I've shared some of this with friends in Second Life, which somehow feels safer than talking about it on FaceBook, but I feel safe talking about it on FaceBook today because I sort of feel myself coming out of it. Out of the root-cellar and making for the basement stairs; and also to tell you all that even when I'm not talking much, I'm reading your posts, enjoying your thumbs-up and hearts on the random junk I post, and that connection keeps me tethered when my depression finds new low points for me to live in. Thanks for that 🙂