I just had surgery and stairs aren’t my friend right now. My wife set up our air mattress downstairs near the bathroom.
The mattress is set up exactly where my mom’s hospital bed was. I made a comment to my wife about how it surprisingly isn’t bothering me & then instantly I started to cry.
It’s the first time I’ve cried since losing her. I really needed that…
Apparently the cemetery is a popular place on Mother’s Day…
I was thinking about “Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban” earlier. The dementors basically symbolize crippling depression.
Once they get a hold of you they suck all of the good/happy thoughts out of you, and leave you lying there, sad, without the will to move.
Sometimes fantasies show elements of reality…
Between Covid and the loss of my mom, I have a new found understanding of what people with chronic depression go through…
Trials and Tribulations of Life As Told By Me 