I’ve been wanting to write something about depression—not the dramatic kind, but the quieter sort that creeps in, where you get lost in your own head and stay there too long.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about how much we all need daily contact—with real people, in real space. I’ve had two close friends move away in the past year. And now a third is leaving for Kentucky.
It’s made something clear: virtual contact, no matter how convenient, isn’t the same. It doesn’t carry the weight or warmth of presence.
I miss the small moments—impromptu conversations, walking together without a plan, sitting in silence knowing someone is there.
The city moves on around me, fast and full. But sometimes it feels like I’m behind glass, watching it all happen without really being part of it.
If you’re feeling the same, I see you. We all need each other. More than we admit.
I feel you, Keith (as we used to say).
Hey Adam, maybe we can get together for another chat next week.
You are so right, Keith. We all need each other. Randy and I spent several hours with friends yesterday and it was beyond wonderful to talk and hug and share challenges.
Can’t get enough. I feel so stuck sometimes in my neighborhood, that I’ll get on the subway to go downtown and walk around in another.
It is just my husband and I and he isn’t much for going out. I love just standing outside talking with neighbors. Downside: I think I talk to much just because I miss seeing people.
I get it Lois!