Todays Daily Prompt: Memories For Sale
Actually, I was going to post about just this. Yesterday I was doing a bit of a clean up and throwing things away. I was cleaning out one of my drawers and came across a book, not a diary just a book in which I had written things. I remembered that it was my shrink at the time who told me to write, write, write…best advice anyone has given me. I had been referred to him after I had my little girl because over and above the depression I’m always on about, I had to also have PND. So yes, I was in a terrible state of mind.
Flipping through the pages and reading a bit here and there, I was shocked that it was me; I was that person who had written all those things. Quite frankly, I don’t quite know how I survived. Sitting back now, I realise that I have come a long way. I had an inner strength, that I got from I don’t know where, but somehow I managed to pull myself through those dark days.
As you know, I still have those dark days now, today being one of them…but I am grateful that I can write and that there are kind souls out there who always have something nice to say to me. I love that about you.