Friday, September 24, 2010

Motherless Child, Childless Mother

This time of year always finds me toiling. When I was younger, they called it "Seasonal Affective Disorder". It came. I slept. It left. When I was in my 20's, I was just "contemplative & restless". It came. I wrote. It left. Now, it's a straight-out depression. It came. I swallow pills. It stays.

I find myself often contemplating life in general, as well as my purpose in this great big web of lies. How is it that some of us struggle so much, while others seem to just have the pieces fall into place? Some of us have our paths so clearly laid out in our heads that nothing could derail them. Others of us struggle to find a path our whole lives.

Ugh. I don't even have the attention span to finish this....


~Sarafina~ said...

Ohhh I so know this. Blarg. My meds were just doubled. Sigh. I wish I could tell you it will get better, but yeah, I dunno. Just keep breathing, putting one foot in front of the other, and you'll get through it. Because we HAVE to. xoxoxo

=^..^= said...

my love! :) thank you. xoxoxo