There are times when I get so frustrated with the way that my life is noy going at this point, that I could just scream, but I know that would not be doing me any good, simply because there will be those who will be thinking that I have finally lost my mind.
Others will be thinking that you cannot loose what it is that you never had.
Either way, I suppose that I should be thankful that I have a job to go to, but the only thing that I know right now is, for what it is worth, I am able to take refuge in my writing, even though it is not for any great length of time, it is better then nothing at all, and is a lot cheaper then therapy.
It is all good, and getting better all of the time. At least that is what I keep telling myself.
So it goes. Press on regardless.