Depression is rampant among my friends. In addition to the two losses I mentioned in the last post, another close friend, who recently retired, has become a recluse. He goes for a walk alone for an hour everyday and then stays inside his house. I cannot get him to go anywhere.
Still another friend has crawled inside a bottle and lives in astate of altered consciousness most of the time, and yet another told me he is collecting pills with the intent of taking his life. The poor man is no longer able to walk and spends his life in a wheel chair or in bed. Having been a football player in college and a naval officer, he is crushed by this inactivity. He hates being an invalid.
I am surrounded by this depression and my job is to remain above it. I am doing my best to stay untouched.
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