Monday, February 26, 2007

I feel as if I only have the same thing to say, day after day.

I want out.

I want out.

I want out.

1 comment:

Monika said...

there are so many people out there who are depressed. I just read a few of your entries, and remembered thinking a lot like you. After we moved to Canada, my world and that of your children changed, and after the novelty ran out, depression was what followed. Not only I, but especially my son as well. I managed to pull myself out of it, because of the kids, and now the dogs. They all need my to function. If it wasn't for them, I would stay in bed and do nothing, but daydream. Now I have knitting as well, that keeps me busy, keeps me thinking, and planning. I can not stop, because then I would examine my life and I would not like what I see, and I know I would be seriouselydepressed again. I'm worried about my son. He's no reason to rise in the morning. I do what I can to help him, but he's no will left to help himself and doesn't want to see a doctor either. It's a struggle every day.
Well, I wish you the best, and hope that you will get through this dark time. by the way, thanks for stopping by. My daughter just learned to knit socks (again). She's proud to have finally remebered how to do the heel, without my help. Now she's got the knitting bug as well! ;o) My kids are 21 and 22. Bye for now!