I can feel it coming back. I can see, when the kids aren't here, and the house is quiet and lonely, I can see it creeping in. I know what it looks like, what it smells like, what it tastes like. I can hear it's short comments in my ear. I can feel the tightness in my muscles from where it's squeezing its way in.
My dear old friend.....enemy. It's sneaky that way. Feeling like a friend because I've lived with it for such a long, long time. Knowing it's an enemy because of the pain it inflicts on me & those around me.
I'm glad I can see, hear, feel, taste it coming on. I'm glad because I have knowledge & tools to be able to stop it now. Stop it here. Kick her out before I'm in a puddle needing someone else to do it because she's been around too long.
So I'm washing the gross dishes. (I freaking HATE dishes....) And I'm walking the block. And I'm going to keep my eyes on my children because, damn it, I will NOT let one more manipulating whoreish bitch ruin their lives. Eff off depression. You are NOT welcome here. You are NEVER welcome here again.
