On a Downswing

A bitmoji cartoon of me, a chubby,
fair-skinned, green-eyed, brunette-
with-grey woman in a pale-blue
top, with a green depression
support ribbon on the chest.

We all - anyone who has known me for more than a couple of weeks - know why this is. (TL:DR, coming up on the sixth anniversary of my husband's death)

It's things like this that prove you can't just positive-think (or yoga or sunlight or crystal or meditate or special-tea or wiggle your toes in hot pink Himalayan sea salt harvested by virgins on the full moon or or or...) your way out of depression. Not all the way, anyhow. 

If I could, I would. 

And goodness knows I have tried.

Don't worry; I'm okay. I'm not having self-(or other)-harming thoughts or anything like that. 

Just feeling down.

Part of this is the obvious thing up there, a bit of it is the weather, this horrible allergy season, money, the folks I see already gearing up to make this school year harder than it needs to be, the state of the world, assorted plagues, the usual suspects, blah blah blah.

I'll get over it.

But in the meantime, I'm gonna pout. And write utter fluff posts rather than anything serious.