It seems entirely unfair to have developed a new mental illness at this age, and yet, it would seem to me that this is what I have done.
The anxiety that started cropping up in the past few months seems to have found a home in my soul and for the past few days, has been constant.
I can tell you this- you won't die of it.
But as far as I can tell, that's the only good news.
I'm still on the island and Mr. Moon is with me, and bless him, bless him, bless him.
Not sure how long we'll be staying. Not sure of anything right now.
But I have faith that time will pass and one way or another, things will seem lighter, anxiety will slip away from time to time and perhaps eventually forget his way back to me.
That's my hope.
Meanwhile, here I am, there you are.
I hope all is well in your hearts.
Hang in there, I hope you feel better soon.
ReplyDeleteThank-you, brother. I am writing at least this much and just had some cake, so I think I am doing at least a bit better.
ReplyDeleteIt's funny how knowing that there are folks "out there" helps. It does.
I wish I could help.
ReplyDeleteMs. Moon,
ReplyDeletemy access to the web is sporadic, but I so wanted to leave you good thoughts yesterday. Hang in there. everything we are is a mtter of chemicals. sometime those change. thats all. Im glad that mr. moon is there to breathe with you.
take care!
Good Words, Lemonadesmile. WE are there with you ms. Every scarey moment of doubt and fear; We are here holding on tight. So don't you let go. XX
ReplyDeleteNamaste, beautiful lady.
ReplyDeleteThank you, sweet people.
ReplyDeleteI'm having some good moments. I really am.