How can my shelves look like such an ugly jumbled mess when this looks so great
I have a room with two walls of built in bookcases.
I have lots of books....my shelves are filled to the brim with books I must keep.
faux books in a nook
Not only are my books a jumble; my thoughts are a jumble.
I know I said I'd attempt to get back to blogging. Easier said, than done.
I'm having a very hard time.
I don't care about anything at the moment.
I hate all. I hate everything in my house right now.
I don't see the point to anything.
I want so desperately to be happy again but don't see how that can ever be possible.
I used to love the quiet and darkness of the night in my little home and now I dread it.
Rationally, I know I must move forward...but how do I make my heart and mind do that?
I know fake it till you make it.
But I don't have energy for the effort.
The weather is gorgeous here...finally and it only adds to my depression.
Oh...if only I could see him romp in the backyard on a beautiful day, again.
I miss him so....
I cannot pretend I don't.