I’ll be here begging for attention for years to come!
When I was younger, the feeling used to last for weeks, sometimes a month. Now…it’s usually a day or two before I’m climbing back out of the basement of my soul, shaking my head and wondering what happened.
Spill my guts into a Word document for safe keeping, but must I drag you all along for the sometimes torturous ride?
Hosting parties is the fun part of life to me and it seems no one else wants to do it, and they rarely want to make the time to go to any either. Or, again, maybe it’s me.
The depression I struggled with throughout my adult life, and really fallen into since my children were born, began to abate. I felt like this was what I had been missing, this was the help my heart was searching for.
If you love someone, set them free. Right? But, to tell you the truth, I'm not very good at that.
Your suffering is not more or less than anyone else’s. It’s just yours.