creeps in this petty pace from day.”
It’s surprising how often the words of a 17th century playwright are applicable to the human condition 400 years later. Time keeps moving, and I am borne along in its wake, no effort required. I get up every day, get the kids to school, run errands, make meals and drive the mom taxi. But other than that, all I want to do is sleep and eat. I am temporarily off of antidepressants due to finances, but it didn’t seem any different when I was medicated. Luckily, I don’t feel sad very often. I can see that some of the situations I’m encountering are tragic, but it would be too overwhelming to actually feel the loss. I’ve done that-fully I thought-but the wounds haven’t healed. Clearly, I didn’t do it properly or effectively.
I have actually interacted with my “troubled” sister at least twice in the past week or so. After avoiding her assiduously for months, I went to her house last weekend to drop off my youngest for a party, and I rounded up my entire family to call and sing her Happy Birthday this week. I know she loves me, and I love her too. It was so good to see her and talk to her.
It made me wistful for times I can barely remember.