Cotton

I'm slowly starting to feel better. Today I was able to clean the kitchen and go to the store by myself. A big deal when for the past nine days I've hardly been able to stand up. Now I can emerge out of my dazed dreamland and slowly tread back into real life.

Life is kind of scary these days. I'm mildly depressed and don't really know what my purpose is. Its hard to get through the days when you can't quite pinpoint why you are here. But I hope there is a reason and that keeps me going. There is so much I want to do in life that I have to keep fielding through the drudgery of the day to day. Depression has a loud voice at times. But I will try to keep my own voice a little louder. A voice of hope and reason.