I have so many rambling thoughts in my head its not funny.

I feel like a mental patient sitting in a padded room rocking back and forth on the floor chanting things no one can understand.

Except I'm not in padded room.

I'm at my desk at work.

or

I'm driving my car.

or

Cooking dinner.


Reliving all the things in my life that got me "here".

I can't concentrate. I can't speak coherently.

The only thing I can do is ........"be".


In the new year I have promised myself to take delight in simple treasures of daily living.

I will overcome this hurdle.

I have been through worse.

I will emerge a better peson through this valley of utter dark depression.



After all, my name translates to " one who will rise again "

Let us pray:   "Dear Lord, HELP!"