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Power of the People

I had a good week.  I did stuff.  My team (Liverpool FC) won the European Champions League for the 6th time in their history, and I went out, joined a friend, and watched the game live at a local pub - who put on a full English breakfast too.  I introduced another friend to Game of Thrones, and with my dearest friend and her partner, I went to a trendy cafe.  I did other things too, I cleaned, I did laundry, I vacuumed, I watched the tv series Good Omens (I've read the book so many times, it would have been rude not to - it was perfection), and I leveled up in a computer game.  All good things. 



I'm learning that lots of people are hard.  A bunch of people is tricky.  A few people is good.  A couple of people is better.  One person is best.  So this week has been the best of all worlds.  While I went to a very crowded, public place to watch the football, I only had to interact with one person - while getting all the joy that comes with celebrating a shared passion with lots of other people.  Though sitting in a cafe surrounded by strangers, the conversation had only three of us in it.  Easiest of all, was being able to hang out in my comfy clothes and socks, and help untangle the interwoven relationships of Westeros, with a good listener.


People power.  Lots of people together generate a lot of energy, and being able to tap into it, however briefly, was almost euphoric.  A few good people, chatting about nothing much, brought the comfort of community, a sense of place, of belonging.  An individual who gets, and keeps, the brain going for a bit, reminds me that I too, can be interesting.

Surviving Depression is a daily challenge, and the only one able to fight it, is me.  I forget, all too often, that when I get offers of help and support - these are the people who shield my heart.  My weapons are no more effective than before, but Depression gets far fewer damaging blows in.


It was a good week.

Derri.

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