Depression, a thief of days

Like a lightning bolt from above, it hits me – my galling lack of integrity – that I’ve screwed up. Again. I’ve held myself up to unrelenting standards and outrageous expectations, neither of which I’ve had the strength of character to achieve, and so have been the author of my own failure.

Ten Things of Thankful 145 (On Cheerfulness) #10Thankful

It hasn’t been a cheerful week I haven’t been cheerful this week. In spite of many and varied efforts by a number of wonderful people, my low mood (explainable, understandable, still unmanageable) has persisted and I have lacked even the energy to call it an ‘ordeal’* and take notes, thereby redeeming it a little. So…

Forget Me Not

I lit candles in my fireplace today, in coloured-glass-filled lanterns, which cast bright shadows on the walls in crystal hues. I lit candles in lanterns with filigree metalwork, so that patterns danced and swayed with the flames, and the shadows were cast out (except where they were beautiful). I lit candles that were plain, in…