twisted with strands of lovely weeds

I began to write a blog.

And then I realized how frightened I was of laying my world out for others to see.

I’m afraid of seeing my world on my own most days, but showing it to others for analysis and comment…

Well, that proved to be too much.

3 months have passed.

3 months of sinking back into the depression the blog was supposed to help me fight.

3 months of anger at my husband, getting irritable with my darling son, and hating myself.

3 months of wondering what the point of each day was.

The image of an overgrown rose patch comes to mind: brambles and thorns, twisted with strands of lovely weeds, and the brilliant hue of the few surviving flowers catching the rays of sun as it rises only to set.

I guess today is a sun rising day. And I must, absolutely MUST, make the most of its’ warm energy to begin working my way loose from these vines and thorns and overgrown paths.

Bear with me.

I need you.