A couple of posts ago that was actually posted a couple of years ago I confessed about the death of my marriage. I cannot tell you the pain that wove in and out throughout my life over the past couple of years. I would say that I have struggled a great deal with depression while working my way to my new normal. I'm not talking about the blues or feeling down. But ugly, unexplainable dirty depression. Hard to get out of bed and shower depression. Impossible to clean house depression. Crying in Target depression.
Thankfully, as proclaimed by George Harrison, here comes the sun.
I'm ok. I'm better than ok. I'm good. Really good. Life does go on.
Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun.
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right.