Sometimes no news is good news. But news is what is what it is, good or bad.
Lately I've been in a funk that's kept me from several promising music gigs. They had fallen right into my lap, and I didn't pursue them out of lethargy. I know when you hit bottom, the only direction you can head is up, so I'm looking upwards and climbing the slippery steps of recovery from my long-term depression.
Music has always been cathartic for me, but I've been having trouble even practicing my drums lately. I'm having a problem with self-motivation and my playing ability is suffering a bit. I still practice, but I've noticed some songs I used to have no problem playing becoming more difficult, or making mistakes during the song.
One silver lining is that my buddy from out east is visiting in May and we're going to record a bunch of tracks while he's here. He's a natural on guitar and he sings great too, so I'm looking forward to it. I haven't seen him in years, so it'll be a great time. We'll hit the town and all that too.
Been slacking off hanging out with my friends too because of the depression, which I know is numero uno bad idea to succumb to. But when I do go hang out with them in my condition I feel like Captain Buzzkill, and have nothing productive to add to the conversations and feel like a general downer. I feel like I'm not my real self, and usually leave early.
I'm taking meds for depression, and I'm gonna talk to the doc about what I'm on to see if it's the right stuff, or if I need to switch it up.
To end this blog on a positive note, I am not going to give up my fight with depression, and will keep on truckin' no matter what!