By vowing (to nobody but myself) to be open and honest about my depression and struggles, I honestly hoped that it could, in some way, be of comfort to others.
There are times that we all need somebody, a helping hand, acceptance, or just a little bit of love. Imagine reaching out to find nothing.
listening to rain is akin to meditation. It has the effect of simply quieting the mind and relaxing the soul. If you’ve ever lost track of time, found yourself at ease without a care in the world even for a few minutes while listening to the rain, I’m sure that’s a form of meditation.
I’m not feeling nearly as depressed as this is sounding. I’m not going to say I feel happy by any stretch of the imagination, but neither am I particularly depressed. The interesting thing to me is the feeling of acceptance
I hope she has settled into a happy life, wherever she is, and I pray that my response didn’t push her over the edge to do something self-destructive, but since I never heard from her again, I really don’t know.
As an adult, it feel as if the entropy is out of control. Things are probably worse today than usual because of the pandemic and all of the fallout resulting from it.
May is Mental Health Awareness Month. It’s half over now, but I made it.
What constitutes a “normal life” anyway? Am I starting to fall into a “normal life”, or is any life with me far from normal as I expect it is.
To the Elks of 1981, I hope you have a terrific reunion, and wish you all the very best. I hope that you have all lived charmed lives, full of love, laughter and family. Take it from one of yours who has been adrift for far too long; that is what constitutes true success.
smudging is a Native American ceremony designed to rid the house of evil spirits.