It’s been a few years since I disappeared in a puddle of self-limiting self-destruction.
It seems my years of wallowing and despondency are coming to a close. That’s not to say my depression has gone away. My favourite black dog is right beside me as always, although his ever-present bark is lessened somewhat by the muzzle. I guess I’ve arrived at a place where I can safely say I’ve shed some (but not all) of my ridiculously cumbersome baggage. At least I’m not bowed from the heavy lifting. Stronger, perhaps.
So does this mean I can get on with my life? I’m afraid the spectres and banshees at my heels will never go away, but I can live with them a little better than before. Perhaps, with time, they’ll fade. Hopefully, not altogether, though–I need to be reminded of my mistakes. Life is all about consequences and learning from them, after all.
Wow, that’s a lot of clichés. Maybe next time I write a confusing and enigmatic post, I’ll try to avoid them.
Cheers
Steve 🙂
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Keep going, Steve. This sounds promising.
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Thanks, VJ. The goes ever on and on…said a hobbit, I think 🙂
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Could have been a hobbit. Not sure.
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Yeah, pretty sure it was lol 😃
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ha ha…
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MORE clichés! More, I say!
I’m happy for you, particularly as a fellow black dog owner.
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Thanks, Chelsea! We cliche and black dog lovers have to stick together lol.
Now, I just have to go and feed the dog a cliche or two… 🙂
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Is THAT what it eats? I’ve been feeding it negative self-thoughts and poor self-esteem all these years…
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Lol! Same here! Cliches are just treats 😉
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Nice and spectacular..
Some roads aren’t to be forgotten..
It’s a reminder of how far we have come
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Thanks, follypen! Yep—the more we walk them, the harder they are to forget 😊
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