Yesterday when I woke up, I was struck with a depression unlike any I have felt in years. It had no single culprit to blame. I was simply struck by a full on mélange of melancholy out of nowhere.
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| Cling to hope; there are brighter days to come |
I felt older, sure. And I have been worried about my dad's health, more so lately since he had to postpone my birthday dinner to take care of himself. Plus, I have been contemplating a huge life change while at the same time addressing a plethora of my own unchecked health issues.
And of course, I am feeling now and will forever feel a constant tinge of sadness regarding the loss of my mom.
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| This is me at 40, hanging on to hope |
In spite of all this, though, I couldn't pinpoint a single source to match the incredible sea of blah I found myself drowning in all day. Last night, though, I got a good night's sleep, and I am happy to report that I'm back to my "normal" self, for lack of a better word. What a difference a day makes!
I guess it was a door I had to go through, to move on to whatever is coming next. They say it's always darkest before the dawn. Well, good. I made it through the portal and I'm back, once again ready to take on the world!
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