|carocrow||08:32 pm - The Calendar Says...|
Today would have been our 11th Wedding Anniversary.
I feel like Lot's Wife, frozen in a posture of looking backwards. The salt analogy is also apt in that I feel a little dessicated by life, despite my work to 'move on'.
Depression is too shallow a word; it sounds like a divot in the grass. Crevasse is more like it. I'm suffering from a case of Crevasse. Climbing out of it takes all my energy. But if I keep breathing, I daresay I'll eventually reach the rim. I have to.
(x-posted from my LJ)
Current Mood: morose