Lately, I have been going through one of my slight fits of depression.
The world has gone crazy, and I don’t feel like I fit in anymore. I keep remembering things I wish I could forget.
As a Christian, I feel guilty about being depressed which begins a terrible cycle. I deal with it better than I used to. I don’t let it show as much, but occasionally things haunt me.
I have a blue mug that I keep on my desk where I write. It was an unexpected gift left for me when I was working at Georgia Duck. A lot of truck drivers passed through my tiny, cluttered office back then. I used it for years as my go-to coffee mug. It reminds me somebody gave me a gift, unasked for, unexpected, and appreciated. Sometimes it’s the little things, the spoken word, a coffee mug, or a smile that lift the depression. The person who gave me that gift didn’t know how much it would help me. Maybe you know someone who needs a kind word, a smile, a coffee mug. Today would be a good day.