You know I deal with depression daily. Chemically, my body fights me, I take pills for that. Mentally, I fight myself. Every day is a choice to either give in or take control. I've given in a bunch of days. But I continually fight to keep depression at bay, so when something ironic happens, it just adds to the fun.
Today I was minding my own business, trying to keep myself afloat when there was a knock on the door. A young man introduced himself as a member of a local church just stopping by to invite me to check their church out. I said thank you and took the flyer from him to read. The last line on the flyer read:
"Come join us in praise and worship. The end is near."
Gee, thanks. I feel better already.