Summer . . .TTFN
SurfaceOn the surface things were great The sky was blue The air was warm It was almost the weekend She felt happy.Surface
On the inside it was different Deadlines loomed Stress was building Monday would be here too soon She was depressed.
How long before the pressure -mounting, growing, exploding Came to the surface And hope was gone?
Dear . . .Dear daughter,Dear . . .
You are my joy in life. I love you. I adore you. You make me laugh. You make me feel loved. I want so badly for you to be happy and feel safe and loved and for you to love God. Am I doing my job? Am I a good mother? Do you know I love you? Do you feel safe? Do I teach you the right things? I'm afraid of you growing up and not wanting to be with me. I'm afraid of you growing up and looking back at your childhood wishing I had done things differently. I'm afraid of you growing up and not being close to me anymore.
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GrayDepression settles in, She grows moody and morose. Would anyone notice if she cried?Gray
And yet, she doesn't give in;
It wouldn't seem right. Then someone would know she had lied.
All she sees is gray. And then the fog envelops her. She'll never find her way back.
Can she take this day after day? Will she ever know happiness again? It would almost be better for things to turn black.
Hibernation Hiding Sleep She would do whatever it took to escape.
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