Okay – I admit it. I’m back.
I’ve been lurking around a few places – a few – not many – so if you’ve seen me in your sitemeter – thanks for not saying anything.
Having been away now for almost 6 weeks - I’ve been sitting on the seesaw – wondering if I should continue or just throw in the towel. The towel has won so many times and in the three days that I’ve actually been home I’ve thrown it in the wash each day to see if the outcome changes when it comes out of the dryer.
I guess what it comes to is this.
I promised to tell about New Orleans and I promised to finish ‘The Man Tales'.
I always try to keep my promises.
So I will continue.
For a while.
But not today.
Today I’m just saying – I’m back.
I’m still grieving. And perhaps I always will. Today I wrote my best friend in the world and told her I felt like Ms. Bojangles. Another 20 years and perhaps my grieving will be done. But I don’t think or feel that is so.
As with the rest of the world – I feel the weight of depression that is taking over us all.
Now I have battled mental depression before and succeeded. I succeeded so well that I didn’t think I would ever be back here again. But I am the first to admit it and point the finger in my direction. I knew all along, underneath my smiling face – that there would be something that would set me off. You would think it would be something else than what did – but there you go. It’s happened – I admit it. I’m depressed.
However – I know how to work at it. To overcome it. And I have started on that particular journey once again.
But if I seem down and sombre – well – I am.
Overlook it. I’ll try for others – I will. Will I try for me? Honestly? I don’t know.
So for now. I’m back.
I’ll tell you all about New Orleans, then I’ll do a recap on ‘The Man Tales’ so far and then I’ll finish the story.
Oh! One other thing. For quite a while now I’ve been unable to respond to comments left here. I just couldn’t. But hopefully I’ll be able to do so again. I know it means quite a lot to some of you.
Okay – stay tuned.