Do you ever feel delayed in life? Like you’re not really going anywhere but you’re not really sure why?
This morning, on Clapham Junction’s 6th Platform, I arrived to find the train delayed on the departure board. Shortly after, a posh lady came on the tanoy, to tell me that, “The 9:08 Southwest Trains service to Windsor and Eton Riverside is being delayed, due to a delay”. Er, no shit Sherlock!
There was no broken down train, no signalling problem, no passenger taken ill at <enter station here>. To make things worse, not only was the train delayed, it was cancelled altogether.
When you suffer with depression, life can be very much like that. Outside influences can have a big effect on a depressive’s mood, but so can no reason whatsoever. Sometimes, life is the outside influence, and there’s really nothing you can do to stop life. Well, there is, but I wouldn’t recommend it.
Sometimes you just have to wait out the delay, the cancellation, and take the next service. It might take you longer to get to your destination, and you will probably end up being late, but always better late than not at all.
People without depression will never understand why sometimes you can’t put your finger on why you feel mad, sad, bad and very occasionally glad. But if they ask you can always give them the old train excuse: you were delayed, due to a delay.