Depression is a family malady. One of my uncle's nearly died from it, and I believe it shortened his life. Mine comes on slowly, and usually, I can get over it with a little effort, and by the time I get to school and get actively involved in teaching, it seems to go away. No such luck today.
I could really tell that I was in for an above average bout of depression when I felt happy to be held up by a freight train at the railroad crossing that is on the road to my school. I needed some time to gather my thoughts.
After I got to school, I could not get going. I did not bring my chess games to the cafeteria as I usually do when I have morning duty like today. I did not do well in my first two classes. I felt like I was teaching in a fog.
Finally, I decided to let my immediate administrator know about my condition. She very kindly offered me the opportunity to go home once she found someone to cover my classes.
I hate doing that, but I also worry that my presence could do more harm than good. I am thankful for the way we look out for each other at Centennial. It's one of the reason I have chosen to remain there all these years.
I came home. Rested a bit. Took the dogs out of a long walk to get some fresh air. I think I am okay, and I plan to be there tomorrow.
A psychiatrist once told me that the brain is an organ, and it gets sick just as other organs do. So my brain was a bit on the puny side today.
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