Wednesday, March 12, 2014


Depression rocks through me. It's taking my strength.  I sludge through the day like a shoe parting mud. 

Thick mud.

Some days have been better; I'm useful, productive. The world's kinder, clearer, fun and forgiving.

But today i'm just 50, single and tired.  

Later today, there's a plan to be useful.  Doing for others get me out of myself. 

I know what to do to move through depression. Today, I'm indulging - I'm just kind of tired.

Something will happen, as it always does. And I will feel better. Until then - depression. A heart feels so heavy. Like a shoe stuck in mud.