Apologies for not posting anything of much substance lately. I’ve been attempting to write, but it’s an effort. Current times are leaden and dark for me. If you’ve read any of my previous posts, you can assume I’m traveling a rough road right now. I have some serious issues that are yet unresolved, and I can’t find much focus. I also can’t help but wonder if continuing to write has any meaning—I doubt whether there’s any worth in my expression.
In short, this is more than mere depression. I know how depression tastes and smells, and this has an altogether different tang.
I keep wishing something miraculous would blow into my life like a cleansing gale. So far, that probability seems unlikely. We continue to hope, though… I guess we have to. Maybe some soul, somewhere, will find themselves moved to come to my aid. I really do need that. If not, I find it difficult to see much hope for the future.
Time will tell. It always does.