Depression does things to you… like makes your toothbrush the enemy. Why bother? No one will be smelling my breath today as I hide out at home afraid of my own shadow not to mention the entire world outside of the door.
No, I am no longer at that point. I worked very hard to get here where I wanted to brush my teeth again. And more importantly I wanted to brush them for ME. Surprisingly after my last bout of depression I went to the dentist and had no new cavities, just a loose old filling. Makes me glad I have been making a strong effort this year to improve things. All one step at a time, or one tooth brushed at a time.
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Bonus! Even though it hurts to admit that it was nearly 45 years ago as I kid I went to the theater several times to see this move, (45 years? Can’t be, can it?) I have to say this is one scene I memorized fast. Even at the movies I picked up on ad jingles.
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Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – toothbrush