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and cried for over an hour in George's arms. I finally confessed to him the depth of despair I've been living with , the exhaustion and the overwhelming desire that the inner pain just stop. And as usual, with compassion and good humor, he reminded me of a perspective outside of the depression and sorrow that's been consuming me.
I didn't go in to work today, and just got up a little while ago. I've got the "crying your eyes out hangover". Is there hope? Probably. I just wish that depression and hope wouldn't keep alternating. To enjoy something, knowing that I'll only slide back down into emotional agony again, is almost worse than not having any joy at all.
I didn't go in to work today, and just got up a little while ago. I've got the "crying your eyes out hangover". Is there hope? Probably. I just wish that depression and hope wouldn't keep alternating. To enjoy something, knowing that I'll only slide back down into emotional agony again, is almost worse than not having any joy at all.
