A Resignation of Sorts
I’m a very private, introverted person. I don’t like talking about myself and I don’t like people feeling sorry for me. 1st world problems after all. But I get asked questions all the time that I can’t answer well, and in some strange way I feel like writing here on this page is somehow just between, me, myself, and I. Weird. And delusional I suppose as this then goes “out there”.
I still get asked to come to gigs, sit in with folks, or hey, are you in a band?, I’m looking for a bass player. Or hey, are you performing anywhere?
No, I’m not. I can’t really. The depression is just too much. I’ve stopped playing completely. It’s been months. Just ten days ago I ended up with the nice folks at the TMH Behavioral Health Center. My music has drained away from me like the color being sucked out of a picture.
Oh, I ain’t gonna die I suppose. I don’t have cancer or AIDS or something. People all over the world have it soooo much worse so save your empathy for those souls.
Just know that I ain’t gonna come to your gigs, I won’t be sitting in, I’m not gonna jam, and no I won’t be joining your band.
I just can’t.
I love ya though.
Mick
