Monday, December 7, 2015

So. Monday. Yeah.


Ah, hell. Another day of waking to anxious despair. Nothing different. Same chickens, same cat, beautiful weather, took a walk, etc.

So what? Move on. Here it is. It will leave.

This time of year is simply a yearning void of horror for me. That's just the way it is.

The wild azalea has begun to bloom in the woods. Months early.

Off. Everything is.

Said Yoda.


3 comments:

  1. Oh Mary! I understand. You and I share similar childhood experiences. My debilitating anxiety comes and goes and is so frustrating for me. It does help to come here and read your wonderful words - sheer poetry and soothing to my soul. Thank you for that!

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  2. Anxiety and that feeling of dread are debilitating. I am sorry that this time of year is hard for you . Sadly this is the case for many people . Sending you my warmest wishes Mary. Wish I lived near h you so I could have a cuppa and a walk with you

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  3. I had some good chats with my spouse over the past few days...reminiscing about my growing up years as I enter the second half of year 49 here..(!) I wondered at some of the characteristics of my middle- and high school years and he just popped in a one word answer- stress. He went on to clarify that all the things I had told him just shouted that out, and you know I wanted to cry because he was right and I had never seen it...damn it. I was shaky for a day or so after that. This time of year is a trigger for so many, and I place myself in that number. Hugs. Hugs all around, and hot cups of tea for everyone...spike it if you like it. Carroll

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