Depression isn’t a feeling. It’s not described by the color blue. Depression is the exhausting hole you spend your days pacing without the energy to use the ladder that’s been thrown down to you. It’s a lack of serotonin, not will that confides me, so don’t tell me try harder, do some yoga, eat some…
Oliver and I explained
Back in college, I made $9.00 an hour. I lived off restaurant-job-bring-homes, peanut butter and bread. I paid my portion of the rent and bills, bought a couple books for the week and usually spent what extra I made on night’s out and Rice Krispies Treats. One time in my early twenties on a college…
Our house has been contaminated with a cold. There’s sneezing, coughing, vapor rubs and tea going around. I got hit with it yesterday. I thought I could squeeze in an extra hour of sleep with Oliver being the last immune system standing and being home on a Saturday morning and all… I thankfully did sleep…
Some mornings are made for running late, hitting the snooze button one too many times or well, not even hearing all four alarms go off at all. Some mornings are made of waffles popping out of the toaster, in your hand, and out the door dressed in the clothes you wore yesterday, crocs, eye boogers…
You pick up the pieces that fall out of my hand, and you build me a comfy place to sit instead. ❤
