I remember one of my kids asking me why i suffered from depression. That's a hard thing to answer. I simply told them it was something i couldnt explain. From time to time they will ask me (usually my youngest son) if i still go through it. My older son Austin told someone one time that i was discussing my "pressure"! Of course he was about 9 or so. In a way he was right -it is pressure. Pressure to face life. Some days the pressure is worse than others. Today as i write this the pressure is null and void. But i never know when it hits-it could hit in 5 minutes from now or 5 hours or 5 days. My wife tells me to stay busy, be around people, laugh, do something. She's right but the fact is depression won't let you do that. Kind of an oxy-moron!
Anyway-its hard to explain it to my kids. My prayer is they NEVER have to understand it.
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