One day at a time. I hardly know what to feel these days. I feel like I'm slogging through quicksand. I am trying to deal with so many things at the same time: my mother's death, working full time, therapy stuff, some of which is excruciatingly difficult. I struggle with depression.
Yet I can still enjoy the bright sunlight, the changing Fall colors which nurture my soul, and birds coming to my bird feeders.
DH and I went for a drive on Saturday; the beauty of where we live took my breath away. It was good to get out.
I should write here more often. It's good for me.
Poetry Book
6 years ago
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