Walking to my car last night following work, I felt a sadness overcome me that I haven?t experienced in quite some time. Life has continued to be chaotic. Living in a state of chaos mixed with moments of clarity is what I have come to accept as normalcy within my day-to-day existence. If I were a drinking person, I would have passed out long ago, swallowed my pride, and yanked the plug. While I?m passed loathing, I continue to carry out my responsibilities for the sake of my son, for the sake of my husband, and for myself. I am the mother ship who keeps everything going.
Depression is a slow mother who milks you dry and takes you down into the scathing perils of hell one step at time. You don?t always see it coming until it rears its ugly head. I refuse to give in, but boy, it's tough right now.
Depression is a slow mother who milks you dry and takes you down into the scathing perils of hell one step at time. You don?t always see it coming until it rears its ugly head. I refuse to give in, but boy, it's tough right now.