A Motherless Child
Although I'm told I'm making progress, and I feel like I'm better in some ways, there are so many ways that I'm not better, I'm not healed, I'm not even approaching the target. I think about suicide a lot less, and when I do think about it I don't dwell on it as deeply. I don't think I'm as routinely angry as I used to be, but there are still days and things/stimuli that push me to anger. There are days when I am bereft : deprived or robbed of the possession or use of something lacking something needed, wanted, or expected suffering the death of a loved one, in this case, childhood me. I still have depression, anxiety, and PTSD. When I go low, when my WOTD is bereft, morose, I often don't know what to do or where to go or how to start. This is the music I sometimes play on those days. It touches my soul, which is not a phrase I often use. Paul Robeson , 1926 I can sit and sing this song and let it wash over me; it does not diminish my povert...