I don’t struggle with depression. I know many who do, but that’s just not my constitution. (As Rhett Smith writes, male depression is more common than you might think, and it’s often masked by other, harmful lifestyles.)
For a couple years, around my divorce, I took an anti-depressant. I came off of Wellbutrin over two years ago, and I haven’t felt the need for any medication since.
Of course, my life is good. My kids are healthy, and my marriage is better than I could have imagined that marriage could be. But both personal and professional struggles have — at least this week — gotten me down.
Nevertheless — or, better yet, even in the face of this sadness — I want to take a moment to thank you for reading this blog, for engaging with my ideas, and even for being friends through this strange electronic medium called the blogosphere.