We are taking the kids on a little trip tomorrow which could go any way. The weather is looking fine; sunshine, hot temps/ classic summer days with no threat of rain and subsequently, no threat of my worst nightmare: board games under a bright overhead light with “snacks”.
Words matter. Yours matter more than most. I'm glad I have them on these lonely Friday mornings. They never fail to lift me up. And I like that I can get at least two 10 minute blocks in while reading, if I'm savoring them like I should and not rushing. Two is better than one. Three would be better.
And on it on it goes. Which I guess is my way of saying don't stop pushing the words around. You'll always come out on top.
Writing honestly about depression is an act of bravery. So is living with the darkness and pushing past it long enough to keep loving life. Rooting for you and all that holds you together.
Words matter. Yours matter more than most. I'm glad I have them on these lonely Friday mornings. They never fail to lift me up. And I like that I can get at least two 10 minute blocks in while reading, if I'm savoring them like I should and not rushing. Two is better than one. Three would be better.
And on it on it goes. Which I guess is my way of saying don't stop pushing the words around. You'll always come out on top.
Writing honestly about depression is an act of bravery. So is living with the darkness and pushing past it long enough to keep loving life. Rooting for you and all that holds you together.