Still here but….
I’m still here. Just having a rough patch and not feeling terribly inspired.
The good news is that I’m starting to feel better, emotionally and physically, so I will have a post on my Mexican vacation shortly.
Ciao for now.
Depression and how it affects my life and the lives of those around me.
I’m still here. Just having a rough patch and not feeling terribly inspired.
The good news is that I’m starting to feel better, emotionally and physically, so I will have a post on my Mexican vacation shortly.
Ciao for now.
It occurred to me the other day that right now, in my life, I have no one who makes me feel special.
Family, husband, junior, friends – no one says to me, “Sharole, you are special. You have unique talents and gifts and what you do with them is very special. You should go forth and use them more often.” Continue reading
I got a call from a long lost friend. It was perfect timing, I had just come in the door.
As soon as I heard his voice, I knew who it was. Agent J. I hadn’t heard from him in over 5 years, maybe more. And there he was on the other end of the line calling from the other side of the world.
He and I have been friends for decades. Not bosom buddy types but the kind that when we get together it’s like we just saw each other last week. His dad and my dad were buddies which is how we became friends. Continue reading
“I don’t want to die and fade away and be forgotten,” cried my little man. “Now it’s too late and I’ll never do anything great.” All I could do was hug him.
I know that feeling. Continue reading
So here I sit on a grey, dull December day, half way through my fiftieth year.
And I’m feeling as grey as the weather.
I’ve done absolutely nothing for a month. Nothing in the fitness department, nothing off the 50 / 50 list, nothing on either of my web pages. Nothing except feeling depressed and playing computer games. The only thing I’ve gained is weight. Continue reading
Do you ever feel that there is so much weight upon your shoulders you can barely stand upright?
Today my collapse started with a paper jam. It always is the most innocuous things, isn’t it?
And, naturally, my husband was the root problem. If he had taken my advice and printed those heavy cardboard thingies at a copy store instead of trying to stuff it in my little colour printer……. Well, you get the picture.