I’m not going to bring you a Show and Tell Saturday today, simply because it wouldn’t be very long.
The only word I can use to describe this last week has been recovery.
Oh maybe I could add Pain in there too.
Its been a week of frustration for me.
Its annoying when my mind wants to do so much and my body just won’t play along.
So this week I haven’t finished a book.
I have barely be out and have been resting as much as possible.
See I live such an exciting life. NOT
I haven’t blogged for the last few days. I wish I had a valid reason but I don’t, I just needed time out for a while.
Sometimes I get lost in a abyss of stress and frustration trying to answer the questions of “who I am ?”and “what do I want out of life?”
I don’t know why these things happen, some say depression, some say hormones I just simply say “life sucks”
But you know what that’s okay because at times life does suck an its okay you just take a step back and reassess, re-evaluate , what is it you want and what is it you need.
It’s simply a process that we all go through.
Please tell me it is, I’m sure I’m not the only one to feel this way at times.
a feeling of satisfaction at having achieved your desires
Fulfilment, satisfaction, happiness are all completely oxymorons to me at this time.
I’m searching but to be honest I haven’t a clue what for.
How silly does that sound?
So please bare with me for a while. I’m hoping that I will do what my mom always tells me to do and “snap out of it”. But mostly I hope I do simply find my direction again.
Like a annoying tune that never stops playing.
As close as the hairs on my head
Running around my body like the blood in my veins
Relentless like the cold calls for personal insurance.
I try to be positive and not let you wear me down, but slowly my strength is slipping away.
I so fed up of explaining myself because of you. Invisible to others you plague me.
I’m missing the person I was before you came along.
You soak up my energy and my spirit like a never fulfilled sponge.
My arsenal to fight you is giving up the battle, ammunition running low.
I hate you with a passion that consumes me. I tried to be indifferent but I can’t.
My nemesis, my enemy, my foe, different names for the one known as