A dark cloud has followed me all day.
But it’s worse than that. It’s more like a dark monster — spewing its foul hot breath down my neck — just waiting for its chance to devour me.
I’ve come to a restaurant where I haven’t been for a long time. I didn’t really want to deal with anyone I know, but I felt too restless to go home. I’m sitting next to a huge window with a view of a beautiful sunset on the horizon, but I don’t even feel like walking outside to take a photo.
The glorious red sky doesn’t match the blackness I feel inside.
It’s not depression that I feel. This sort of darkness is different. It’s more like hopelessness. It’s the feeling that I’ve been running a race — pushing toward the prize I needed with all my heart — and then finding that I’ve been running in a big circle. It’s the feeling that my time has been wasted. That I’ll never have what I’ve been chasing.
When I woke up this morning, I remembered a dream — a vivid night drama that had awakened me in the wee hours and made me feel terribly alone.
Get over it: There’s no media conspiracy against your beliefs
Search for ‘more’ can leave us craving what we haven’t found
There are times we need to quit; what do you need to quit today?
Without the state, who would plow roads? We and our neighbors will
Being rude in public discourse is lack of civility, not ‘free speech’
Goodbye, Daddy
Folks all around are waiting for someone to say, ‘Hello in there’
No matter how admired you are, your work won’t make you special