"Even the darkest night will
end and the sun will rise."
~Victor Hugo
Cold, dark, dank, snowy
days of winter . . .
My soul cries out to the
heavens . . . "When, oh
when, will joy be returned
to me, ere I die?!"
Such a drama queen, a role
I've never admired in anyone
much less in myself! What
the hell?
Those who do not suffer
w/SAD (Seasonal Affective
Disorder) would find this
utterly unbelievable, unduly
dramatic . . . perhaps it is.
Still, this near death drama
queen feels exactly thus!
Each and every day, she
fears she will not make it.
Pray the Lord of Winter
spares me yet one more
season. More so, beg I
grow and learn to handle
this ghastly malady with
wisdom and grace . . .
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