Summer is about to end. I hate feeling this way.

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Last weekend, I spent it with friends in DC and it was a fun weekend.  We had brunch in Silver Springs, MD., prepared for us by our friend Charles in the “Brazilian Tradition” in honor of the Olympics in Rio.  The meal was scrumptious at best and we had a great time having adult conversation, meeting new people and admiring our friend’s newly acquired painting.  I was feeling kind of rushed because I also had to go to Rockville, MD to bid farewell to my friend’s daughter who is going off to college.  I had to leave the brunch early so I can make it to Rockville with enough time to get back to Washington, DC. and go out with friends that evening.

It would be comfortable to say that I had a very busy weekend.  There’s one thing over that weekend that is still on my mind.  After I got back from Rockville, I went over to my friend’s house in DC.  There were two of them there and we continued conversations about life in general and how we’ve managed to live life with all our experiences and baggages along the way.  The discussion was interesting because it touched a subject we all know many people suffer with in silence.  Depression or sadness.

I thought about it today as I was driving home because during one of our topic discussions, I had said that I am quite fortunate to have experienced little sadness in my life.  I told them that although I do feel sad sometimes (that sometimes = right now), I rarely feel it and go through it.  We hear about people who we know who’ve been very cheerful and outgoing all their lives but surprisingly have taken their lives because secretly, they suffered from depression.  Let’s take Robin Williams for example.  I would have never thought that he suffered from depression.  He’s a very funny guy, a successful comedian  and actor, many people love him and adore him, and he’s always energetic and cheerful on the outside.  Yet, in the end, we find that he was a very sad man.  He is believed to have suffered from Lewy Body dementia and depression.

Whenever I sense sadness, I usually turn to Christian music to cheer me up.  It usually works and just like today, it worked for me.  I love Christian music and the message of hope that it brings.  I listen to contemporary Christian music because even though I enjoy the traditional ones, the message CCM brings is related to my present, my NOW.  I can relate to it and I can feel it.

Another thing that I turn to when I am feeling sad is writing.  When I write about my feelings, I am somehow lifted up as I unload my burden into words.  Like I told my friends Angel and Wilfredo, “When I feel sad, it will probably last for a few hours or one day and that’s it.”  Of course, being sad is different from clinical depression.   I cannot even imagine how they have to deal with their sadness.  There are people out there though who are just sad but not clinically depressed.  It is hard to help them get out of it if they choose to dwell within the sadness that they feel.

I usually feel sad when Summer is about to end and the weather starts to change.  It’s a normal cycle for me.  I don’t know why.  I bet I am not the only one who feel this way.  It’s that feeling of lives ending as the leaves turn to amber, brown and orange colors.   Then the trees become bare and lifeless.  There is somehow a sadness to that transition and I feel that.  Just like how I feel lively and happy during Spring when I see the first sprout of green grass, my emotions in the Fall are the exact opposite.

Thank goodness for music and writing.  Both have saved me from sulking and feeling sorry for myself.  I am glad to have friends around as well who continue to cheer me up and keep me company, always laughing and enjoying whacky conversations.

I know that we still have a good few weeks left for the Summer and I am willing to find ways to enjoy the last parts of it until we welcome that first chill of the Fall season.  It’s a cycle and we can find comfort in it.   It’s the more reason for us to cherish the time we spend with family and friends every day because just like the seasons, it will not last forever.

I am feeling better already, having written these sentiments.  I know that tomorrow will be a better day.  On that note, I hope you all had a great weekend and may you welcome your week with happiness and excitement.

For tonight, I leave you with this:

Ecclesiastes 3

A Time for Everything

There is a time for everything,
    and a season for every activity under the heavens:

    a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot,
    a time to kill and a time to heal,
    a time to tear down and a time to build,
    a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,
    a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
    a time to search and a time to give up,
    a time to keep and a time to throw away,
    a time to tear and a time to mend,
    a time to be silent and a time to speak,
    a time to love and a time to hate,
    a time for war and a time for peace.




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