Depression

I really need to find that handhold to pull myself back up. 

Do I seriously believe a journal that should have started 67 years ago will help me to understand why I am at this place in my life?

Maybe.

Maybe it will all make sense and I can leave it lay.

I will say that the course I took was far from “normal” but who ever is?

I need to keep in mind my “oneness“ and being a unique individual there was only one path, and actually lived perfectly.

My path makes me unique, and normal in its own right.

My life, although at times sad and tragic, lived out exactly the way it was meant to be.

I need to embrace the sadness, accept the pain for what it is.

I will continue my path forward as it comes. And simply be myself.