Depressed

I've been a bit low lately. The past couple days just haven't gone well. I've been exhausted, my pop spit on me on Monday, I got a bad grade on some homework (which I got back today), etc. So for lunch, I decided to hit up Capanna for gelato. My three favorite flavors (strawberry, kiwi, and lemon) were all unavailable. So even that didn't cheer me up much.

And then there's what I posted about yesterday. Well, that got me really down today. Thinking about my funeral reminded me of the vague premonition I have--that I won't live past 30--and this time, thinking about that got me down. It doesn't normally, but I really felt depressed. Not to the point of suicidal, just to the point of "I don't want to be around people, I don't want to do anything, I just want to stay in bed."

Anyway, I got home just a little bit ago, feeling lousy, and went to check the mail. Inside was an envelope with some familiar handwriting from Hawaii. Since I don't think anyone who reads this actually knows who this would be from, it was from Pete. Yes, the same Pete that gave me my first Bible. Inside was a letter talking about how things have been going and talking about my God Story video. I started crying. Just when I was feeling low, an encouraging letter from an old friend arrives in the mail.

Well, I don't think I'm completely out of the depression, but that helped.