I too hope you are back, Nozza. Love your work here in The Breeze, and your approach to life when your keel is even.

I found the following, from writer Tom McGuane, interesting... (The short version is: get out on the water when you can. For him, it was fishing, for some us it's sailing or surfing or paddling.)
"I once had an episode of serious depression, and its onset was
marked by a loss of interest in fishing. I believe I gave away
tackle. I sold cheap my cherished Bogdan reel, which was
presented to me 30 years later at a usurious price.
I marvel at people discussing depression, gnawing the topic of
their own malaise like dogs on a beef knuckle. My experience of
it was a disinclination to speak at all. I had the feeling of
being locked in a very small and unpleasant room with no
certainty of exit, and I recall thinking that it was the sickest
you could possibly be and that my flesh had been changed to
plaster. My business at the time was flight from expectations.
It was spring in Montana, and two old friends quite wisely
arrived in my yard with a drift boat to take me to the river. I
managed to say that I'd go if I didn't have to talk. As I was
manifestly off my rocker, they were quick to agree, perhaps
relieved at not having to hear my present thoughts. Once gliding
silently down the Yellowstone, oars dipping, lines arcing out
from either end of the boat, I began for the first time to
picture better days, and it proved a turning point.
I thought of incessant-angler pal and novelist Richard Brautigan, who
relinquished his fly rod as he spooled up for suicide. Fishing,
for many, is an indispensable connection to earth and life, and
it matters little that the multitude that practices it is
incapable of translating its ambiguities to another idiom."
New Scotty wouldn't have made it this far. Well done to those who did.
Probably worth noting that Tom McGuane had a hellova lot of fun after all that....
All the best from Greeney (Sportbet's odds-on favourite for 2021 Longboarder of the Year. Woot! Woot!)