I’m not sure where the line between depression and self-pity falls. Maybe there is no line between the two, rather the two may fall within the same lines. It would seem difficult to become depressed if one did not indulge in self-pity.

I just finished reading an article in one of my magazines about a man who had a brain tumor removed. After the surgery, he found himself unable to eat, with difficulty speaking and loss of mobility and muscle control. It sounds very much like the effects of a stroke.

I’m not sure if he felt self-pity, or was depressed. I surely would not blame him for being so. The point is that at some point in his ordeal he decided not to fall into that trap. No self-pity.

The article was about a library that he constructed for his brother after his surgery. My jaw dropped when I saw the pictures of the room. As good as the finest room you could find in the finest house in the world. A sterling achievement for any woodworker, let alone someone who had to learn to use his body all over again.

Stories like that always make me look at myself and say, “WTF?!?” I have so many positives in my life and yet all I can see are the negatives. I know this, and yet I can’t seem to change my focus for more than a few hours. I truly get disgusted with myself over wallowing in self-pity.

It sure would be nice to find an answer to that problem.