Once, I Got Depressed...

I'm not usually prone to depression. I tend to be a glass-half-full sort of person. But, once, back in the day, I got depressed. Chandra had gone to live with her dad, because there, she could go to the school she wanted to. I had Vanessa, who was in middle school, and Brendan, who was in pre-kindergarten. We lived in a nasty little house, I had an awful job, and was continuously looking for a second one, and life just seemed to be an endless round of work, childcare, and sleep. One night I started to get depressed. I was so bored. I was too tired to do theater, the house was depressing and the kids were less than well-behaved. I had no prospects, except to keep plugging along the same way I was, for years and years. I thought about killing myself. Then, I realized that I couldn't kill myself and leave these children motherless. So, I thought, well, in 15 years, Brendan will be 19, and maybe old enough to understand. So, if things aren't looking up in 15 years, I'll kill myself then.

That struck me as funny, and I started to laugh. As always, laughter proved to be the best medicine, and the moment passed, never to return.