I’ve been having a very difficult time of late. My chronic anxiety attacks have yielded a pretty deep depression, and while I’ve been working with my psychiatrist, psychologist, and my own damn self to get through things…
I feel like I’m just starting to see some distant sunshine about to peek over the horizon, but the last two weeks’ worth of not blogging, and the last month-plus, have been particularly difficult.
Being a caregiver on top of it all doesn’t help the healing process, either, but that’s the life I’ve chosen for myself.
While all of this personal shit has been going on, of course the Red Wings have dropped 9 of their past 11 games, and while I’ve tried to at least show up on Twitter/X when I’m able to watch a game, I’ve been more a grief counselor than Red Wings partisan once games end.
The Red Wings are struggling, too, and it feels like they’re in a deep depression, too. It’s just…It’s hard to watch.
There’s a lot of blame going around. Blaming the coach. Blaming the GM. Blaming the captain. A lot of scapegoating, which isn’t necessarily productive. But there’s clearly a lot of blame to go around right now, and, to me, the Wings look out of gas, mentally, physically and emotionally.
I know that the “McLellan bump” was wonderful, but the Four Nations Face-Off break seemed to take the wind out of Detroit’s sails, and when they tried to build a winning streak in late February, the pair of losses to Columbus, Stadium Series included broke the Wings’ backs and hearts.
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