It's funny. How no one ever sees the harder times. When you struggle to pull yourself through. And scrape and scrounge to achieve the seemingly impossible.
Once more the time has come...
The earth has passed around the sun...
And the paperwork has begun...
the start of my usual summer hell.
While most people are enjoying the summer...
Hanging out at the pool.
The beach. Enjoying the waves and the sand.
Vacations.
Playgrounds.
Fair grounds.
Nature...
I'm slaving over a hot stove... doing dishes for every time I need to eat... and the endless waves of laundry that inhibit your senses some days. I shouldn't complain, I suppose. But if I didn't, I would die screaming!
I just get tired of spending all my time working on these things...
and struggling to find the extra time to get the school work done. Which keeps getting more and more difficult. Especially as I near the finish line...
But.... then....
this is MY HELL. My personal purgatory...
the specially made madness designed solely for me.
And in some ways...
it's well deserved. And could be worse, I have to keep saying to myself.
But it also sometimes... (when my depression and the hormones get the better of me...) leads to . . . .:
Between that and the school work... the strain of gathering the proper documents and striving to keep my place clean... as well as stay ahead of the depression... sometimes by the end of the week... like at the end of Saturday night... I rather feel like:
So... here I go again...
~ CLynn😵
