So over coffee last night (and in an email yesterday that I didn’t read until this morning), Jennie said to me, “I think maybe you should write another entry so that people don’t think we’re still fighting.” So for the two of you out there that read this, we’re not fighting anymore. We’ve buried the hatchet, mostly because I realized my thinking was confused over something else.
When I wrote last Wednesday’s entry, I went back and read all of the posting I’ve done over the last year-and-a-half here. I started to realize that whenever my life’s undergoing a big change, such as my relationship with Jennie, I seem to get very introspective, morose, and self-pitying. I also seem to lose sleep and appetite, feel disinterested in things going on around me, feel unable to focus on work, and generally just experience a sense of ennui. I think it all boils down to one thing – I suffer from periodic depression. Of course, Jay and Ellie have probably known that for a long time. At any rate, I’ve got an appointment with my doctor this afternoon to see if I need a referral for professional counseling. On the other hand, it could just be a side effect of the medication I’m taking. It seems as though I do tend to feel a little down when I’m on antibiotics. I’ll certainly keep you posted on my progress.