Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving The week before Thanksgiving was not a very good week for me. I had a touch of fever on Thursday and Friday, so I missed work, as well as a conference I was supposed to attend over the weekend. I was suffering from a mild sickness, the kind I would usually force myself to get through, but I was also deeply depressed, so I decided to let myself crash. I wasn’t sure at the time what had caused me to crash, so to speak, and this was driving me crazy. For the first day of my illness, most of which I spent it bed, I alternated between restless, nightmare-filled dreams and waking panic: why am I sad now, when I’ve been single/ alone/broken up since June? Why are the looming holidays depressing me? On Friday and Saturday, I gave in and just let myself be sad even though I didn’t understand it. I let myself cry to friends, feel sorry for myself, wonder about my sanity, and worry that I’d never get out of my funk. My friends helped me make the decision not to go to the conference; ...