It was a fairly typical upper class gathering of England’s wealthy. The men were
all smartly dressed, and the women’s flamboyant attire seemed to have a life of its own as ladies swayed around the room greeting one another.
Mina Murray was not accustomed to such grand gatherings; and while Lucy had been
the height of politeness introducing her rather common friend to guests, she now found
herself feeling lost and quite alone seated well out of the way of dancers and small knots of conversing party-goers.
Gazing about, she saw that Lucy’s newest neighbor; the stocky Count Dracula,
seemed to be in the
I feel like my depression is like an invisible bear.
Most of the time, I'm able to make it leave me be. I can think, chase, and fight it off.
But not all the time.
There are some times when it sneaks up on me, and it makes me uncomfortable on what should be fun and happy occasions.
It seizes me unexpectedly, and I find myself wrestling with it in social situations of all kinds.
People get concerned. They sometimes ask, "Are you ok?"
I tell them I am.
How am I supposed to explain to them I'm wrestling with an invisible bear?