I wish I wasn’t so mind numbingly tired. I wish I could wake up in the morning not feeling nauseous. I wish I had an appetite. I wish I could walk along the beach. I wish I could hug and kiss my grandsons and share a home cooked meal with my children. I wish I was home and able to see the progress on the two renovated bathrooms. I wish Dave and I could share a crime drama on Netflix. I wish I was well.
This was written whilst I was in hospital being treated for depression. It was my fourth admission in fourteen months. I was devastated and frustrated. Why me, I cried. It’s not fair that I should be dealt this genetic curse. Despite the setbacks, I survived to live another day knowing that despite my dire situation I would get better each and every time I have a depressive episode. How much better does that make me feel knowing there is light at the end of the tunnel and in time I will see the light.
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BIG hug Robyn. xo
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