This post is solely about death but about death and depression. I’ve been depressed again today. the words fail me. The Woman with the Words is not around. I don’t have words or thoughts for them to steal. I’ve been in bed all day, although I’ve had the best intentions of getting up and working out for an hour. Excessive maybe…but effective.

I’m on some tranqs. right now. The voices and chaos inside were getting intense. They probably want a different view from that which is under the covers and the inside of my eyelids. I feel completely overwhelmed, debilitated, and incapacitated. I hate feeling this way. Of course!!! duh. Who would like it? I just can’t seem to escape it

Certain thoughts come to me about death. If I didn’t think it would hurt my husband and crush my godchildren, there would be no debate. Most of the posts I subscribe to and others I peruse are about looking back at ’08. Save two months, I was in-patient the whole time. Had to withdraw from school. So now it’s time to look ahead to what I can do differently in ’09. I know what I want to do.

– Wallpaper the bathroom.
– Return to school.
– Get out of bed before 10:30.
– Paint the hallway.
– Make a homeade recipe at least once a week.
– Get and keep a job.
– Perform upkeep and maintance on my yard.

Those are only a few things I want to do. The list could go on almost infinitely and I don’t want to bore readers with it. I would really like to get back to writing poetry but The Woman with the Words has run off and depleted me of a rich, diverse vocabulary and now I have writer’s block. When I look back over posts I notice how flat and less than dynamic they are. I find myself to appear completely unintelligble.

It all seems insurmountalbe. I have but one hope and that is that one day I can move to Charleston, South Carolina, USA. Without that hope I might find it in me not to breathe. I have everything I need in places that no one could find. I’m not saying I’m suicidal because I’m NOT. We all know people can want to die or think of death without acting out on those thoughts. Other than Charleston, it is my remaining comfort.

Is that selfish of me? I have a great parnter. He would do anything in the world to try to help us, but I don’t let him. Most of me loves him. I know there are members who don’t love him. That makes it all the more complicated.

I feel like I’m just rambling. Sorry.