thought I'd post about my depression a little I don't enjoy things anymore but any way in stead of a joke I thought I would post this cause God knows I want one
If I need a hug and can't get one, the best thing for me to do is to give one...to find someone to hug...half the time turns out the other person needed it as much or more than I did. Of course, circumstance may dictate that no one else is available at the time. So what do I do then?
Don't laugh...well, go ahead and laugh if you wish...but what I do when I need some warmth and hugs and no one is around is I burrow into my very warm and cozy bed and wrap my arms around, and bury my face in, a giant stuffed bear. He's so big and so soft and so warm and so hugable that I am the one that feel's hugged.
No kidding...my bear has kept me safe from some of the over-the-edge, potentially dangerous, sorrow or grief or sadness many, many times. At least long enough for me to either fall asleep and get some relief or until I can get up and pray and go to that meeting or make that phone call. So when I need a hug and can't get one, I give one...preferably to another person, but my bear's the next best thing...it works! Happy Sober Sunday, y'all :)
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From dying and surviving to living and thriving. LeeU
[Click here to start writing your quick reply.] Can't give you a hug, wish I could. But there is hope. Winter is the hardest season. Soon will come soft spring rains. With happiness, joy and the inocence of children singing.
A cheerful heart is good medicine-Proverbs 17:22
Conrad Aiken (1889.1973)
.Beloved, let us once more praise the rain:.
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and be ourselves, The rain, the chickweed, and the burdock leaf, The green-white privet flower, the spotted stone, And all that welcomes the rain; the sparrow too,- Who watches with a hard eye from seclusion, Beneath the elm-tree bough, till rain is done. There is an oriole who, upside down, Hangs at his nest, and flicks an orange wing,- Under a tree as dead and still as lead; There is a single leaf, in all this heaven Of leaves, which rain has loosened from its twig: The stem breaks, and it falls, but it is caught Upon a sister leaf, and thus she hangs; There is an acorn cup, beside a mushroom Which catches three drops from the stooping cloud. The timid bee goes back to the hive; the fly Under the broad leaf of the hollyhock Perpends stupid with cold; the raindark snail Surveys the wet world from a watery stone... And still the syllables of water whisper: The wheel of cloud whirs slowly: while we wait In the dark room; and in your heart I find One silver raindrop,-on a hawthorn leaf,- Orion in a cobweb, and the World.
[Click here to start writing your quick reply.]Sometimes.
Sometimes when i look up and I see someone walking by, I see you in them. Sometimes when I wake up, you are the first thing that crosses my mind, Sometimes when I'm lost in my thoughts, you are all I can think about. Sometimes when I tell myself I don't love you, the rest of my body quivers because I know that's not the case. Sometimes I wish I didn't love you because then, it would make things so much easier. Sometimes I try to tell myself I don't care, but then I look around and reality hits me square in the face. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever feel the way I felt when I was around you ever again. Sometimes I truly wish I could predict the future, but when I look, alls I see is you in it. Sometimes I wish I could just walk away, but then reality hits me, and I realize I could never walk away. Sometimes.
