The long absence

I’ve been gone a long time.

I could come up with reasons and excuses and all kinds of things, but it will do no good.

Depression is weird like that – and yes, I can now admit in public that “depression” is exactly what’s been going on here for the past several months.

First it was because the hubs was gone. Then it was because he was home, but it wasn’t really him – it was a mere shell of a man who might as well have been on the other side of the planet. But the entire time it was because I was being a whiny brat about the fact that I am stuck back here in San Diego – a place I never wanted to return to – with no friends, no family, no job, no… anything really. Except my thoughts, which, really, if you were stuck with these things, you’d be depressed, too.

So, the writing didn’t get done. Neither did the blogging.

I’ve since taken a grown-up pill (figuratively, not literally) and am starting to finally make lemonade out of the crap life has thrown at me this year.

Slowly but surely, I’m getting my shit back together. This includes blogging and writing again. If I can’t find a real job, I might as well try to make a real go of writing as a career. And I have to actually DO it if I want to actually make it profitable.

Now, I just have to find what I did with that lemon squeezer.

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