I’m okay

Not the most comfortable way to hang out, if you ask me…

At night, when I can’t sleep (and that’s most nights), I make up blog posts in my mind, telling you – in careful chosen words – how I’ve been struggling mentally these past few months. But in the morning all those words have faded away and I sit at my computer, wanting to write, but without words to explain what’s going on.

Because, honestly, I’m not sure what’s going on. I’m okay. Life is good. We’re still living on the island, in our beautiful home. Our children are doing great. Our youngest daughter is getting married in January and our grandson will be one year old soon. My father is hanging on to life and enjoying the (few) simple things he still can do. My husband’s health isn’t worse than it’s been for the past few years. My health… well, nothing major going on there either.

So… just a chemical inbalance in my brain, I guess. It will pass. It always does. I just need to wait it out.

The fact that I really, really want to get back to blogging is a good sign actually. So there’s that. And I may even be tempted to pick up my knitting needles soon. I will be okay.