I will be the first person to tell you I do not have a scientific mind. I failed one class in college while earning my undergraduate degree, and that was earth science. I am convinced I could take this class a million times and fail in every attempt. I just didn’t get it, and no amount of time or study was going to change that.

So, it’s funny that today I should be thinking about plate tectonics. If you’re not familiar with that term, it refers to the movement of seven large plates and a larger number of small plates of the Earth’s crust and upper mantle. At least, I think that’s correct. Whether my terms are right or not, it refers to land moving around. If you look at a map of the world, you can kind of see how all the land might have fit together at one time. It’s sort of a like a puzzle that’s been pulled apart.

It’s interesting to me to think that geographic locations that were once very close together are now separated by miles of distance. You can still get from one point to the other, but now it takes a whole lot longer. We probably don’t think much about this now, since transportation is so readily available, but the gap still exists.

I was relating this theory of increased distance to my depression today. It used to be very close to me, something I felt was always by my side. I was able to access it very easily. Now, though, it doesn’t feel as close anymore. I can definitely still get to it, but it takes a little more effort on my part.

In case you thought you read that last sentence incorrectly, let me reaffirm my meaning: There are times when I want to be depressed. There are times when I would just like to wallow in my sadness, and there are times when I don’t feel like trying all that hard at life. For me to reach those points, though, seems to be getting more difficult. Sometimes it’s as if I have to work myself up to it, convincing myself that depression is something I’m supposed to be feeling at that particular moment. It’s not coming as naturally as it once did.

Have I experienced a tectonic shift, where there has been a separation that can’t be put back together again? I don’t know if I can answer that question. I’ve had periods where I thought my depression had shaken loose before, only to sink into it again. For the moment, though, it seems like a far-off thing, and I’m happy to be staring at it from the other shore. I may not understand how science works, but I know a good feeling when I stumble across it.

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