I’m not given to the blues, but here I am, the second December in a row, teetering at the edge.
It was easy to understand last year. Major surgeries in October and December followed by challenging recoveries left me discouraged, weary, fatigued, and lonely. I had a right to be depressed I was told. Even if that were true, I knew that what pushed me into darkness wasn’t what seemed obvious to others.
{I'm guest posting over at Diane Bailey's for The Consilium - won't you join me there for the rest of the story?}
