Battered in the storm
Sadness can be like gentle rain at first; you notice it, but it doesn't really bother you, and then you blink, and you're in the middle of a torrential downpour, unsure what to do.
This would describe my last few weeks, being ill and then having a friend die suddenly, and an argument over the phone with a family member.
Irritable, eye watering and tired and drained, wondering what's going on.
light bulb moment, I'm sad.
nothing wrong with being sad, but not recognising it or addressing it could lead to further problems.
Survival mode.
No hobbies explored, just responsibilities endured and completed.
Hence, the long hiatus from blogging i have had many ideas of blogs but no motivation to post.
When you're being poured on, all you can do is put one foot in front of the other.
Then one day, you keep battling, then the sun will creep in, and you'll feel the warmth on your face.
Birds will sing, and music will play, but you'll always feel the sting of the wind on your scars for the rest of your days.