Most of the snow has melted as my shoulders sigh. Just can't think of anything else to do except web designs aka sig tags. I do enjoy it however there needs to be something else to balance it out. That's what coloring was for. Penup is not the same as actually holding a pencil and perusing a book, letting it talk to me.
There's such a great gnawing of my spirit of needing to be creative. I can't just sit here on my unmade bed staring at the cracked ceiling.
The tiredness of depression roots heavily between sighs as I type this. It would be very helpful to have the resources of compassion like hot water or a microwave to heat soup up. Had an orange for breakfast. Soup afternoon. " don't ruin my microwave ".. are you kidding me? At least I let it slide down my back. Getting better at not taking things personally but it's hard living with a professional asshole.
On that note.. this is the hardest time of year for anyone and here's wishing those with extra sorrow a great hope. Situational depression needs more attention. If I told half what of what I live with.. would you believe me?
