March 8, 2018
It’s been almost a year, almost two.
Time moving on from the darker shade of blue.
There are days when it’s hard to get out of bed.
Down and sad thoughts still running in my head.
Moments when I get so weepy.
An overly tired, grouchy, weakling.
Days filled with anger over nothing.
Craving junk food, ice cream, and muffins.
Some days everything is happy.
Others, feeling so crabby.
It’s never the same every day.
Still contemplate, meditate and pray.
Talking it out in the words I write.
During the day or middle of the night.
One day, the words will not be needed.
The depressive state will have retreated.
Until then, will keep moving on.
Today, tomorrow, this year and beyond.
Another day in this life of mine.
Okay, sleepy, but feeling fine.