MEComposing

I keep trying to look for reasons... where I can direct the blame. This is really the worst kind of sadness, the kind when you don't know for sure what's keeping you down. You're just down.

You're aware of your blessings. You're aware of how far you've come. But still, you're down. You lack purpose. You lack meaning. You're down.

And I hate jumping down people's throats for the littlest of things. I think it's also why my son is antsy these days... he can feel Mommy is terribly unhappy.