Sitting in the Poop

I'm struggling right now. Feeling kinda down. December has always carried a slight sting to it for as long as I can remember, but this year feels worse. Much worse. It's way too much information to get into the detail here...unfortunately.

Have you ever felt rejected by everyone that you love?

Have you ever found out that people (family) you thought liked you, don't?

Have both those things ever happened to you twice?

How about feeling like it's all your fault, twice?


I have an overwhelming urge to grab my passport and jump on the first plane outta town and go as far away as possible. If only...

Alas, I am to but sit in my poop. No running away from the poop. Must sit in it. Sit and watch the painful scenery go by as if gazing out the car window on a country road. Oh look, a fruit stand. There's a sale on, you guessed it, poop.

This too shall pass. This too shall pass. This too shall pass.

Good news? I don't feel like burying my face in a pie.