I am afraid of heights, so flying in a plane doesn't seem like an alternative for me. I sometimes watch The History Channel and occasionally catch a documentary of "Dog Fights" from World War II. It is a given that at least a few planes will go down in a tail spin. Sometimes they pull up, sometimes they don't.
Since all this has happened with my daughter, I have felt like those planes, no matter how much I think I am flying high, inevitably, I get shot with doubt and feel like I am going down. Depression has plagued my life since 1998.
The ups and downs on this "Roller coaster" is frustrating for the person suffering from it and the people around them. Inside I feel like just like I am crying but on the outside It doesn't show.
Ever see the cheerleaders make a pyramid, the ones on the bottom supporting the rest. Depression is like that, just "One More" added to the rest of the worries. This can cause "dips" in ones emotions. Another comparison would be like the unexpected "Pot Hole" that the car hits in the dark.
For me, a smiling face and encouraging words can lift me,as it will pull me up. A co-worker called me "Sunshine" because no matter what I smile and say hi to everybody. That meant so much to me, my heart was a little less achy.
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