“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I just feel so depressed.” Marion sighed deeply and looked outside at the rain.
“Perhaps you need to go to your GP, you may need something to help you.” Her husband replied.
“Maybe,” Marion replied, “I’ll ring tomorrow for an appointment.
The next day, the sun came out and walking their dog, Marion felt better, almost uplifted. Turning her face up towards the sky, enjoying the warmth of the sun. She forgot about ringing the doctors. Putting the washing out on the line, and watching the breeze move the sheets, she felt quite positive and upbeat.
November brought endless grey days, cold winds and dark evenings. Marion’s depression reared its ugly head again. She finally gave in and rang the surgery.
Armed with an appointment for later that week, she felt that at least she was doing something about it.
Sitting in the waiting room, she went through what she wanted to tell her Doctor, feeling a little nervous and perhaps a little silly too. When her turn came, she knocked on the GP’s door and entered, apprehensively. Settling down in the chair, she started to explain how miserable she was, saying how negative she felt about everything and how she couldn’t see any point in going on.
The Doctor leaned back in his chair and saId “It sounds like SAD, to me.” Marion thought, well done, but you don’t need a degree in medicine, to know that I am sad. She replied “Yes, I know Doctor, but I don’t want to feel sad all the time. Is there anything you can give me to help?”
273 words – Sandy Bryson