Hopeless Still. Trying Still.

We’re here with you!

It’s been a hellish week. In session today, as I’m telling E how alone I feel, she asks me if I’ve been blogging.

“Not so much,” I say. “There’s nothing to write. I’m very depressed. I can’t see a way out of this. Everything I’d been doing, things that I thought were working, have all turned into dead ends for me. What is the point of writing about that? I don’t want to discourage others.”

She thinks I should keep writing, so I am, good little obedient client. But if you already feel discouraged or despairing, you might want to skip this post. I won’t be cheering you up.

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About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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