From the Edge of Dementia

You know, waking up to "that sinking feeling" is the worst.  The day is nothing but an uphill climb once you open your eyes and sink.   However,  I'm finding a bit of peace in the night time hours.  Once Pop is in bed and the house is locked up, when the pressures of life are removed temporarily, I feel a lot more stable with more pleasant thoughts running through my head.  It's during these hours that I feel a bit of hope with the added knowledge that I know this pain will pass.  I'm sure I'll always feel a stab in my heart when I think about it, but it won't consume me forever.  

In my past life I would have drawn my sword and fought for what I wanted.   But past experience also reminds me that that never works, either.  LOL 

I'm going up now and getting in the bathtub.  I think feeling (and being) clean will give me a bit more air to breathe today.  It's been feeling like all the oxygen has been already sucked out of whatever room I'm standing in. 

As some of you may have figured out, I'm a huge South Park fan (even though it's not nearly as good now as it used to be).  No matter what I'm feeling, there's a South Park character I can identify with.  Here lately, I've been Stan...

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• #1 Comment from ukgal36 
  12/11/06 5:46 AM | Permalink

  Here's to a better week ...Stan...
  Lyn