Honestly friends, where does it go?
Time I mean.
Once, three weeks ago, I couldn't motivate myself to get off the couch to craft or play or even visit with friends. I just had it all and after many thoughts and talks with my husband and a few close friends, we kind of jointly decided perhaps depression had a hold of me.
I HATED to admit it.
Both parents departing to heaven within three years of each other. I had quit my job to care for them. And then you know, the employment crisis. And honestly, my husband has given me everything a woman could ever ask for.
EVERYTHING.
And believe me, I am so very thankful.
I LOVE him so very much. And I am so thankful. God blessed me the day I asked for him and he arrived.
So if a woman has everything, most importantly LOVE, why does she need a PWD?
Loneliness? The need to care for someone? Empty nest? DEPRESSION? Who knows?
So, Charlie is wonderful. My puppy bites are healing. His accidents are becoming less frequent when I remember I have to take him out, even in the rain. He is stinking cute and fun and WORK.
I have so little me time now.
And I needed to tell my friends here. So you understood.
If I miss a couple days, it isn't because I have forgotten you.
Time has just run out.
