I’ve been around depressed people. You can feel it. It’s like they have more gravity, and their energy pulls on you.  It makes you want to run away, but sometimes it is harder to do so.  Gravity is dragging on me right now, and I wonder what good can come from it.  There must be something positive that comes from feeling extra heavy, and having a mind that swirls around everyone’s struggles, and finds inescapable dread for every little task at hand.  Or am I just experiencing a black hole in the fabric of our shared lives: something to avoid, but that is inevitable and serves a greater purpose we perhaps don’t understand?