We’ve actually had sun shining for three days in a row. Yesterday it was almost warm. I wore a sweatshirt and was able to walk downtown with my jacket unzipped. So lately, that equates to warm. I’ve been spending parts of my afternoons sitting next to our sliding glass door, with the curtains open, soaking up the sun while I read. My cat sits on the floor next to me doing the same (minus the book of course).
I’m feeling slightly better. I had a good talk with my husband and laid out my feelings of frustration, loneliness, and hopelessness. It doesn’t change or fix anything, but he did ask me how he can listen better so that when I do talk I feel like I’m actually getting something out of it. So that’s good, although we’ll see if he remembers any of it. (It takes him a while to catch on to new things.) I still have a long way to go to feeling happy or joyful the way I want to, but at least I’m not as deeply entrenched in my hole of despair today. That’s a step in the right direction and I’ll take it.
