"I wish that I could see the owl
that has been calling my name!"
~Dj Hinton
Feelings of despair have been
creeping over me as the cold
dark nights approach. Alas, 'tis
the approach of winter and the
return of SADS.
I've always suffered and dealt
with Seasonal Affective Disorder
Syndrome as best I could. But,
this year is the first time I have
had such an overwhelming sense
of foreboding.
I take meds for SADS, make a
supreme effort to stay positive,
fight off suicidal urges and beg
the gods to let me survive yet
one more winter.
But, what do I do this time
around? Why such foreboding?
Do I secretly know I won't
make it this time?
Loving life, adoring my children,
has saved me thus far. I pray I
have the courage to make it just
one more time . . .
hey mister winter
no way you get me this time
pray you stay away
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