I'm in my room crying. It's been one of those mornings that my depression has gotten the better of me. When that happens, everything seems sad and upsetting. I can't believe I'm writing about this. I don't know how many of you readers have ever been depressed. The worst part of it for me is that it makes me less of an adequate caregiver for my children. That stings. I wish I could be happily singing to my toys like Danny.
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Love you, Rachael. :-)
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