Jesse
I had only been out of bed for half an hour, and there was barely time to get my brain cells moving. But I already knew which version of myself would rule the roost that day.
I can usually control Mr Depression when he arrives later in the day, for he is nothing like predictable. But the older I get, the stronger he seems to become.
There are blessed days when he seems bored with me and wanders off, leaving me wondering why I warrant his company. I am not a miserable person, so maybe I am a challenge.
Would this be one of those days when I give in and play it safe?
I prod my brain with a tentative thought, trying to conjure a tiny spark of enthusiasm.
Should I set myself a challenge to see if I can rise to the occasion?
I will never forget those days when my constant companion was Jesse, a big black dog, a product of my imagination, I’m sure. Somehow, he managed my frequent bouts of depression, bringing some welcome comfort simply by being there. You can meet Jesse HERE.
I grew to love his company and found myself wishing he was real. When he finally left, my life seemed even more empty than it was before.
There is so much in my life that I wish I could change, even though changing anything now probably wouldn’t bring the peace I need so much.
Soon, it won’t matter anymore anyway, and I’m kinda looking forward to that…
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