I didn't have a particularly good weekend. My spirit spiralled downhill. Sometimes my mind obsesses about the things that I can not change. I feel guilty and sad about situations and events of the past, and beat myself up about them. I have less of these feelings now than I once did, but they still have a habit of penetrating my mind that lead me to that dreadful dark place where I think "what's the point of it all." I know that it's part of my depression and I know how to deal with it, but there are times when I think that I want it to engulf me so that I don't have to do anything, to see anyone, or go anywhere. I just want to hide where I don't have to have any kind of interaction with anyone or anything.
On Saturday I filled my day with reading ... I read a whole book from beginning to end. At least, I say to myself, it wasn't a completely wasted day. On Sunday I needed some comfort. I picked some flowers from the garden and drove to the Chapel where my parents, grandparents, brother, great auntie and other family are buried. It comforts me to be near them and after sharing out the flowers and thinking of them, I drove to my childhood village to walk some of the same paths that I had walked as a child.
A Few Steps Back
The River Taf
Newer Bridge than there was....
Overgrown River Banks
Nettles, grass, bushes, hopefully no grass snakes....
Honeysuckle Happiness ...
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