my depression is like the tide
every time i think it’s going out for good
it splashes against the shore,
kisses the sand once again. 16 more words
I am an uninspired girl.
I have a wound, you see, and every time I am reminded of it, my world turns to grey cloud. There are things I want to say and do and create, but this barrier of gloom and fear acts like a deathly sponge, sucking all joy out of my motivation and creativity and rendering them, well, nil. 190 more words
In my last post I mentioned that my husband is an alcoholic and is in the detoxing process. This is a fantastic thing. Now before you get it in your head that he’s this Hollywood movie version of an alcoholic that sits in front of a blaring tv with a beer gut yelling “woman, get me a damn beer!” and I’m this haggard woman with a child on her hip trying to keep the house and everything else from falling apart…. 625 more words