Well, I guess my depression wanted to celebrate national mental health month. I was at the store, a song came on, and I burst into tears. Something about devoted to you.
I just thought about my parents. I don’t know what their definition of love was; mom was mentally ill and, after his death, I realized dad suffered from crushing depression, but they always told each other “I love you”. And they hugged in the morning and at night. Never thought I would miss that but I do with my whole heart. I miss them.
To have someone hold you and tell you that they love must be the most beautiful feeling in the world. I never thought that I would crave that but I do. I’m independent and self reliant, but I wonder what that would feel like. It’s not John’s style and our ex roommate did irreversible damage for us.
Joyful Healing, Dogs and Quilts 