At the moment, I am avoiding depression like the plague. All fingers point to my being depressed but I am dodging bullets one by one, as fast as they come flying to me, I duck, I hide, I dart. I'm like one of those menacing bats as they come swooping; bats that I am terrified of and have a phobia about. If I keep avoiding depression I will be happy. I expect at the ripe old age of 53 to have some things go wrong in my life. Today I met a 21 year old woman who has been going through the same things I have been. That just doesn't seem fair to her. There's been illness, illness, illness and my husband's unemployment. There's been stress, anxiety and a feeling of despair. So, what I am avoiding is good.Trying to take things day by day. Am feeling blessed that I didn't know these feelings at 21 years old. I'm grateful that at 21 I wasn't plagued with these feelings, I want depression to bypass my young friend too. Yes, we are all in this together. People helping People; and so it goes.