I hate to admit I have struggled with my mental state in the last year. It didn’t help that the shrink I saw told me it was okay to mope, whine, and be depressed, or even have a good cry. I was told these things would help me work through my depression.
It didn’t do much for me. Long before my laming (I don’t have a clue what to call this), my family experienced something we never thought we’d experience. I won’t get into the details much because it isn’t pretty and we’ve kept the family out of it. It isn’t my immediate family, but my extended family, however family is family.
I find it bizarre and it doesn’t make much sense to me, but so few things in this world actually make sense.
The point is, sometimes I have to remind myself that I am not a bowl of petunias that have suddenly sprang into existence 300 feet above the surface of a planet and gravity is providing a demonstration of how it works.
I can also claim that in the event of an emergency, like someone deciding to build a hyperspace byway, I have a nice towel handy.
Life is about the little things after all. All I can say, is Don’t Panic… I am reminding myself of this every couple of days. Jude the Great Nephew turns 2 this month. I ordered his gift the other day which gave me a few minutes of happiness. And my mother came up with a solution to get myself a child’s toy, because we didn’t have cool toys like that when I was a child and I enjoy doing things with Jude, but feel I have failed lately due to my obsession with my own problems.
But there’s no reason to sulk, because at least I’m not a bowl of petunias. There is always that…