Today, to match the weather, everything is gray and turning darker. The storm clouds gather, and I feel like crying all the time. Yet, I know it will pass, I want so badly to make the demons go away on my own and not need help...
maybe it's hormones, seasonal affect disorder or just plain tiredness...but the need to get pep-talked or to pep-talk oneself creeps up on me. Like the clouds that have threatened all day, and now drop their angel spittle, I feel the dams about to burst.
Keep treading water, I admonish myself, the flood is bound to subside at any moment.
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