The sad thing about being one who suffers from a form of depression is that fact that it can make such a sudden appearance. Today, I’ve been doing nothing but polishing my novel and just now feel like crying.

Why?

That’s a question I can’t answer. All I know is I suddenly feel depressed and can’t put a finger on why. Oh I could name fifty thousand things, but I don’t think any of them are the true cause of why I feel this way. Somehow, I can help but think it just comes on to come on and take me onto a ride into sadness.

Either way, that’s not much I can do but hold on and wait for the ride to climb back up again. Yes, it sucks, but will belly aching do any good? Not one damn bit, so I guess I just have to live with it.