With an exasperated groan, Megan threw back the covers. Sitting up, she turned and instantly shivered as her bare feet touched the cold floor. She knew her tossing and turning was causing the dog’s restlessness. Grabbing her I-phone, the digital clock was showing it was barely 12:30 AM. UGH!
Her mind was buzzing. Round and round, snippets of conversations and events, from the last few months, all playing at once. Comparable to 60 plus movies; Genres from romance, drama, and a bit of comedy. The brevity and speed of each scene, was comparable to, running on an overload of Red Bull. Thought snippets literally, flashed, flickered and bounced, about her brainwaves.
Her life, not negative, was filled with many questions, with yet to be discovered answers. But…
She grabbed a coat to cover her PJ’s, stuck her feet in her favorite worn out sneakers, and took the dogs…
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One of the wonderful things I learned from dark depression is, for me, a most helpful and fulfilling part of my lifetime gathered hand dandy survival tips and tricks that are carried in my tool box-are best shared with a side of humor, gratitude, New England photography with my sidekick BGage, creative writing and wit. I help "me" by sharing and listening to other's tales and tips of success. Trust me a lot of people carry those tool boxes. Just because you don't see them doesn't mean they aren't there.