I climbed over the edge of the Depression Gorge a few minutes ago.
It was a long climb up with many falls back down to the bottom. A voice kept whispering that I should just give in and stay at the bottom.
I think you know that I couldn't do that.
I am looking across the desert to get my bearings and will begin the journey back to the mountain soon.
I am still not "cured" as a lot of people think I should be.
Depression is like addiction in many ways. It is a thing that can come back to bother you again and again.
Though I can honestly say that all my addictions are in my past, I still stay vigilant against them.
Depression is the same, though not as easy to guard against.
I have battled with this for many years and have been so far down that I was ready to give up many times.
I always found the strength to fight my way back up from the depths though. I never took that final step that the inner demons were so wanting me to take.
I will continue the fight this time as I always have before.
I will get back to the mountain and mount another caravan across the desert of NML as I vowed to The Old Goat that I would do.
Travel strong my fellow trekkers.
One step, and then another, will get you to where you want to be.
Larry the Caravan Master