Really, 2010?

So, it's no secret this year has sucked. It is only March and already we have dealt with more than our fair share of suckage. So, last week when I fell down some stairs while taking my kids for a walk by the ocean, it was no surprise that I sprained my ankle. So now I can't walk. Or work. Or really do much of anything at all. Eh. Fun times. I know it will all get better. This too shall pass, and all that. But in the meantime, I'm losing it a little. I feel like I'm sitting on the edge of a cliff and the ground is starting to crumble beneath me. The question is whether to scramble away from the edge or let it take me over the edge? I know I am dealing with some depression. I am not trying to say that I'm fine, I'm fine, don't worry about me over here. Depression is new to me though. I have never felt the weight of it before. It's heavy. It's dark. It's strong. I feel ashamed. Ashamed that I am not stronger. I always thought I was strong enough. Turns out I'm not.