Such a strange feeling that is not really a feeling at all. The emptiness of one’s self; like a huge void which neither pulls or pushes.
When the day starts with such thoughts you know you are feeling, you just don’t want to admit to your own mind, the creeping vine of depression, working it’s way into the cracks it found in your psyche.
Today is one of those days. I have things to do to keep busy, other people to care for, I don’t know why I woke this way. I may steal a moment to release some tears, or go sit and watch the world somewhere, hug my dogs and wrap myself in the biggest blanket I can find.
Yet I know those vines are now creeping and I must muster up the strength to cull them. Not today though. Not today.
Stop Walking on Egg Shells 