Hiding In Plain Sight

It’s been a long time. Feeling super low. I know it will pass. It always does. Until then…it’s a hard day in a hard eternity.

The secret to my love story is simple…my significant other reads to me every night before bed. I don’t recall my parents reading to me as a child. Maybe they did. Maybe they didn’t. Doesn’t matter. I get lots of bedtime stories now.

Today the landscaper sent my estimate. My partner signed off on it. I am so happy.

I vanished for a while. The depression swept me out to sea. It didn’t drown me. The salt of my tears kept me afloat. It’s time for me to get my shit together.

I walked outside and was embraced by the light and energy of the full moon. Every one needs to cleanse in light and darkness.

I was about to message 2 friends and tell them I am depressed. I feel unmotivated. Lonely. It occurred to me that by putting it out to them it would seem that I expect them to help. There isn’t help. There isn’t an answer. It’s where my head currently is. It’s not something they can fix. And so. I will put it here.

I sat down at my makeup table and replaced old brushes with new. I didn’t do my makeup. What a great feeling.