Yes, I’m still alive. I can’t say alive and kicking, though.
I’ve been keeping my thoughts and feelings to myself for more than a month now, thus the hiatus from the blogosphere. August is just… I am at a loss for words to describe this month and everything that has been happening – losing my Lola, getting sick for weeks, discovering who really cares and who can be there for you during tough times. It’s like a roller coaster ride while I’m having my vertigo attack.
Indeed, when it rains, it pours.
The torrential rains seem to embody the tears I want to cry out of sheer exhaustion and grief. So let it rain, and I will let my depression dissolve into the puddles of mud outside the doorstep.
While I “enjoy” and wallow in this temporary misery, I hope everyone else is safe and warm. I’ll be back again, soon.