My first blog after Terrible Tuesday and my mother, recovering from surgery, is going on and on about how she feels alone, with no friends, and socially isolated. Now I love my mami but today is not the day. Hoy no es el dia. She doesn’t believe in depression. She had to mention her single Asian optometrist.
How come no one ever tells me how exasperating I sound when my thoughts are negative?
I have so much to write. Today has been a beautiful day. I have to get away from this darkened room and get into the sunshine again. Literally, figuratively, metaphorically, completely.