Back in the Saddle

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Toward the end of the year, I was put on a drug for a health issue I was having. I will not bore you with my health issues, how dull, but I will say the drug did a number on me.
It was one of those moments when the cure was worse than the illness. 
Anyway, the drug did things to my mind, and it plunged me into a deep depression. I have always heard of the word depression, but I think I didn't really know what it meant until I was waking every day with no ability to get out of bed. It was the strangest feeling for me. If someone had asked me if I wanted to cut my wrists or go for a walk in the park, my reaction would have been the same. I wouldn't care either way. 
For me, I have always been passionate, and I have always felt things deeply. To be plunged into a world where everything was the same gave me a strange new perspective on people who suffer from chronic depression. 
To make a long story short, I stopped writing. Honestly, I stopped doing a lot of things: meeting with friends, having sex, exercising, laughing. I did nothing, and then I got off the drug. 
So here I am. My brain chemistry has leveled out, and I'm back in the saddle. Just give me a minute, and I'll have my fingers on the keyboard again.
I hope.