I can feel depression creeping back in.
Saturday, I went up north to join Sis camping. I played with the kiddies for a while. When Sis put the kiddies to bed, she asked the girl what her favourite part of the day was. She said jumping off the rocks with me.
Instead of being happy and finding joy in that, I got unspeakably sad, thinking that the kid is being gypped.
That is not the right response.
Later, I gave her a ride on the back of my bike. She was unspeakably happy, and her smile could not be bigger. And again, instead of me finding joy in that, I can only think about how small and aimless my own life has become.
Dunno. Not good.