Making my "sweet things" list on Sunday literally pulled me out of the pit I had fallen into; every time I reread the list, it shoveled dirt into the pit.
I have no plans of ever returning to it.
That being said, I'm still unhappy. My circumstances have not changed, my heart is still hurt. I woke up with a hurting hand and nausea this morning, I worry that somehow in the night I rebroke my hand.
Oh, I'm trying. I will conqueror this. I'm analyzing the data and working on my next move.
I need to find where I belong.
Apparently, a dear friend faced some similar tough situations.
We met in middle school.
A mutual love of Star Trek cemented our friendship; we'd quote Star Trek III to each other.
Kirk was a fan of my Fitness Quest, and he shared with me that it got him hiking after a prolonged illness last year. We had said we should hike together when I was in Michigan...and now he's gone.
Dead. Days before his birthday.
I wept for hours at the news-more for his family and close friends than for myself-as they asked the questions I had asked seven years ago when my sister Jenny died.
For me:
Depression felt hopeless.
Unhappiness is temporary.
Depression consumed my thoughts to be only about myself.
Unhappiness remembers others.
Depression is lonely.
Unhappiness just confuses me-there are so many options!
Unhappiness I can figure out...really I can. I might need to get in some surfing to turn it around.
Fifteen years ago tonight, I gave birth to my son.
He's 6'3". Quite a difference between 22" long!!
Differences.
What kind of difference can I make? How can I rip the "un" off of happiness? I endeavor to find out. I just wish, when I do, I could have shared it with Kirk.
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