It is amazing how many people have problems at this time of year. I have problems with depression all year round, but it is worse in the winter months. I have my light that I am supposed to sit under everyday. Last year I had no problem doing that, but for some reason I just can't make myself to do it this "season." I don't know why.
Why do I write about depression, it is so, well, depressing. I do feel that I am sort of drawn to people that have the same type problems as I do. Am I weird? I guess maybe it is because that there is an understanding there that you don't have with people that have depression or simular type problems.
I read other journals and they seem to write so eloquently, me, I fall all over words. Why do I bother with a journal? I don't think I can get myself across as well as others do. Take Kay over at Karmic Laughter. She writes in such a way that you are there, you can feel exactly what she is saying. There are others too, so I don't want to slight anyone. I just am using her as an example.
I will never be a writer. But that's ok. Someone has to read all the journals and books that are out in the world. Where would writers be without readers?
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