I disappoint myself in many ways. Some who know and love me say I’m too hard on myself. Being sick has depleted me. Sad news today that a little boy who lived nextdoor years ago committed suicide at the age of 18. So sad. But if I find it so sad, how can it be something I contemplate? I find the inside of my head very confusing.
Two steps forward, one step back
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Writing is one of my passions. Most blog entries are relatively short articles regarding a wide variety of topics. I'm a middle-aged wife and mother of two adult sons. I've been a teacher, counselor, medical transcriptionist, student teacher supervisor, substitute teacher and retail clerk. Staying home now due to fibromyalgia. Seeking purpose. View more posts