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Bruce, Caroline


I've been in a mild state of depression for the past few weeks or so.
There is no one reason for this, certainly no one is the cause of it, I
just have been feeling more down than usual lately. Going to work every
morning and staying there is exceedingly difficult for me. I like my
job, I like my co-workers, I'm treated fairly for the most part, but I'm
sick of working. Twelve years is a long time. Yes, I know, many better
people than I have worked for much longer, but I bet even the best of
them has just wanted to pack it all in from time to time, unless you're
one of that rare breed, someone doing what they absolutely love. I used
to love to read. All through school and beyond I loved to read. And,
indeed, if I'm on vacation and find myself with a good book, that love
of reading is temporarily rekindled. I love it when that happens. But
unfortunately, twelve years of reading crap have jaded me.

I'm grateful for what I have, really I am, but if a guy can't use his LJ
to just talk about his feelings, then what's the point?

I long for April, when I can again board a plane and visit Caroline in
Milwaukee. I think back to the magic that was my trip back in November.
Can that magic be rekindled? I honestly don't know. Maybe one must
create a new kind of magic, equally wonderful but different, each time.
Being in a loving relationship of equals is still a very new thing for
me: I certainly wasn't in it with Tammy, who felt the only way she could
get what she wanted was by threatening, taunting, and hitting me, or
withholding any signs of affection from me. What I have now is so
different from all that, and I find myself having to learn how to walk
in a relationship without my theoretical hand being in front of my
theoretical face in preemptive self-defense.

Bob, one of my co-workers, has gone over my passport with me to be sure
the information in it is correct. I've signed it, so that part of my
pre-trip requirements is completed. I expect to have my ticket at the
end of the week, all things being equal.


With regard to your depression...if you're not on any meds, I strongly suggest you pursue that avenue. Without knowing anything except what you write, it looks to me like you at least exhibit a lot of the symptoms of clinical depression. Disclaimer: I'm not a psychologist, I don't even play one on TV. I'm just going from observation and personal experience. Re your trip to Milwaukee...this is going to be hard to read, but again speaking from personal experience, don't expect the euphoria of the first few meetings to duplicate itself. It won't always feel like that. That's not necessarily a bad thing, and I'm not saying it won't always be great. There will just come a time (and I suspect you're getting there now) where the relationship will cease to be the all-encompassing, driving force of your life. I know that may feel disconcerting, but it doesn't necessarily mean you're falling out of love or anything like that. It simply means the relationship is ready to graduate to the next level, where it becomes an integral part of your life, but not your whole life. That's very healthy, and very normal. And this is the Dr. Phil wannabe signing off. *G*