It’s been a rough month.
Not in any big way, but in a million little small ones.
I have been fighting with my depression, like spinning with a pail full of water; if I slow down my rotation, the water will come spilling out. I have felt the pull of depression a lot the last few weeks. Not wanting to get out of bed. Being short tempered with friends and family.
And not writing.
When I write, I tend to look inside myself, and sometimes I just don’t feel like I will sruvive the process. But now it is an infection, swollen and painful. I have to dig it out, before I can start to heal.
So, after a year on this blog, I took a month off. I let the bad parts of life win for a little while. I allowed myself to feel bad. It’s time to get back. It’s time to get better.