Today’s Uber, flight, and then subsequent Uber to meet up with the team at tournament accommodation gave me plenty of time to think. Please read the supplementary post related to enjoying adversity if you think it might be helpful.
Last time round in 2018, on the day we played Chicago Machine, my depression grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and smashed me repeatedly into the pavement. It prevented me warming up with the team before the game, which meant I was not permitted to play. I’m not rehashing the right or wrong of that decision, my point is my depression piled heavily onto my shoulders that day.
This time around is different.
We’re in the middle of a global pandemic still, and I happened to catch the virus at probably the shittiest time. If I collapse inward, and only rue this misfortune, I do the work of my depression and all the darkness needs to do is watch on and nod. But, if I can manage to be there for my teammates, in whatever way I’m able to, the darkness doesn’t know what to do. It doesn’t know how to respond. It won’t suddenly disappear forever, but I can show us both there is another way. It’s not always an easy choice to make, but it is always one worth making.
Prayers and blessings to my dear friends, as God watches over me, even during this tough time.
Peace.
Hard lines, heavy times, and handblocks 
So sorry, Hamish. I hope you are fully recovered. These things have a way of happening at the worst time. Robert and I had Covid very early on. Please take care of yourself. good luck to your team! 🙂
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