From time to time, I struggle with depression and its sister, anxiety. This month is one of those times, the first time in at least 6 years and not very severe. I wake in the middle of the night worried. I start to feel hopeless about change in situations I have been trying to change. Depression feels like some internal screen appears to block my normally hopeful mind that includes visions of possible futures and a reality where my best self resides. Suddenly I can’t see a future, only darkness, and it feels scary. Mindfulness of the present is the best antidote, but sometimes even that feels like too much work. Then, a little burst of hope crosses my path, and it reminds me all is well, at least somewhere, which is better than nowhere.