When Life Seems Too Hard
Just hold on…at least ’til Wednesday
Trigger warning: This piece refers to suicidal thoughts.
Today is Wednesday.
I am so glad it is Wednesday, and not Sunday, Monday or Tuesday.
Because on those days, part of me wondered if I would make it to Wednesday. Boring old “hump-day” Wednesday.
But not boring to me when I am sitting in the sun looking at sand dunes, hearing nothing but the distant ocean birds and the wind in the trees.
Occasionally my dogs go nuts barking as kangaroos jump past on their way down the hill to eat the grass on the golf course. Truly — our boundary fence is a well-worn kanga trail. It’s glorious. Even better when the dogs aren’t here and a mum and joey stop and stare at you for a while. I love kangaroos, although see the spiky wire on top of the fence to the left of the pic? That’s to stop them jumping over it eat and eating all the grass. And then pooping everywhere….
Battleground
The last few days have been a battleground in my head. The worst one ever. The constant refrain of “what is the point, what is the point, what is…
