Not the same
It seems that each season of depression and loneliness changes me a little more and takes me a little further from the person I use to be. This last bout of sadness zapped my motivation and inspiration. Its scary to see myself lose interest in the things that I usually can’t get enough of, and the relationships that normally make my life worth living. But, right now it feels like some of that is turning around. I’m looking forward to a weekend of pool lounging, reading Sylvia Plath, writing and some of those other things that usually make me feel a bit more secure, a bit more grounded….a bit more like myself.
