Lately I feel like the most wretched human on the planet. Like smelly pond scum that should be scrapped off and disposed of.
Like I should have a warning label attached to me.
I feel alone and struggling with so much stuff that its all going to fall and crush me.
Afraid to open my mouth because I'm afraid that if I do I won't be able to stop screaming.
(In case you don't recognize our ghost-writer today, let me introduce you, Everyone say hello to: Winter Depression.)
I spent more time crying today then I want to admit.
and then out of the blue this pops up in my inbox.
From a fellow traveler on the journey/path we call life.
And in my darkness her lantern saves me.
And I the writer, the guru of words, the weaver of magical sentences, am struck silent. Nothing can explain the gesture or describe it.
I can only embrace it and know that I am so blessed.