2019 has been tough.
I got sick not once, but twice. I’ve got some eye problems going on. My beloved Riley dog got cancer and died so fast we didn’t even have time to process it. I had to cancel going to a reader conference I love. I had/have three deadlines right in a row from a domino effect of the illnesses costing me time; from my grief over Riley costing me time.
So naturally depression has been lying in wait to catch up and kick my ass.
On the 9th, we added a beautiful, tiny pug puppy named Rosie to our family. Penny, after a wary start, has warmed up to her and now they’re buddies. She is a delight, and we all love her.
But depression was lying in wait.
This week has been very, very hard. My only delight has been playing with Penny and the puppy in between bouts of trying to get words on the page. Sometimes, I go sit in my room in the dark, and remain quiet and still, trying to hide from the sadness.
I keep telling myself that it will get better. That this rough patch will pass; that life will quit painting itself in shades of gray and black.
I hope I’m right. Sometimes it’s hard to see the sunlight.