apart

I wish that I could just feel content. It is not that I am discontent with any one thing in particular; it is not that I want things I don't have, that I am unhappy in my work, that I am overly lonely, that I lack for friends, that I have poor health. It is just this damned depression and the cloud that hangs over my head ninety percent of the time. I wish that right now I could just go into the other room, sit on the sofa, read the TIMES, and just feel fine. I am tired of feeling this sense of dread and hopelessness that only passes for a moment from time to time. I don't want to sound like a person who complains endlessly. I am just asking for one thing.