My strength comes from my resilience.
I often want to give up when enmeshed in sorrow and hardship.
I have depressive episodes.
I often want to give up, and I ask myself, “What’s the use of…anything?”
When the blues come around…
When I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it any longer…
When my worldview seems hopeless…
When I raise my hands in the air like I just don’t care…
…I have a stern talk with myself. I allow myself three days to wallow in self-pity, then it’s time to regain perspective, take control of whatever I can, make even the tiniest decision that moves me forward in a positive mindset, and get on with life, because so many people are struggling with so much harder challenges than I’ve ever faced.
Until next time,
Kaye Spencer
writing through history one romance upon a time