It's Sunday. He is home and all is well, the light is pouring like honey over the yard and house and this entire world we live in.
And yet- oh. God. I am struggling so.
You know, many people just quit posting at all when depression overcomes them. I suppose I should too.
I ain't fit to be with.
Do you know how guilty it makes me feel to have everything, every thing in the entire world and to feel this way and not be able to appreciate these blessings?
I hope you don't. I think many of you do.
Time to walk. Time to get out and put one foot in front of the other, quite literally, and then come home and continue to do so.