. . . there was darkness. It must have started with a horrible day at work—one where I came home just mentally and emotionally exhausted. My work is not physically exhausting (or I would be in better physical shape!). But trying to work with shattered families is trying and tiring. I must have come home one day and gone straight to bed. I would have taken refuge in sleep.
I have always liked sleeping anyway. I love naps. I am trying to get away from them, but when the afternoon storms hit (or something akin to winter arrives after a mug of hot tea or hot cocoa) naps are irresistible and pleasurable. They are luxurious and decadent and they don't cost a penny or require membership dues. There is a sense of security and comfort that an armed guard doesn't provide. But it is part of a vicious cycle—even if it doesn't really start there. The evil prince of darkness, Depression, comes tiptoeing in. Sleeping's just a method of coping and a poor one at that.
And I find the more frequently I have those tiring days, the less likely I am to eat because I will sleep through mealtime. Nor will I exercise for the same reason. Neither healthy eating nor exercise will stave off depression; it just slows down the progress.
