This post is brought to you by the color dreary and the letter sad...

I often think of those commercials ... "Where does depression hurt?" after visiting them. It hurts me to be around them. As if somehow, they are taking my light and sucking it in to that vortex that is their sadness. I wish I could somehow make it all better, but I can't. No one can until they decide to change on their own. I often drive home feeling near tears myself. So sad, almost hopeless. I can't even seem to get them engaged at this point. Tv, books, comfy chairs...those are now their lives. I do not accept this as a normal part of aging. You don't need to become immobile and solitary simply because you have had your 60th birthday.