Wake me when September Ends
posted in General |The worst thing about taking anti-depressants is something I was worried about before I started taking them. It’s hard to trust my emotions now, without worrying that I’m off my meds or that my meds aren’t working. But I can honestly say, “yes, Mom, I’m taking my meds” and also say that this Summer’s end has downed me more than any other I can remember. Every little thing feels like a symbol of the end of summer, from Miss K’s pudgy little hand reaching down and pulling the seeds of a dandilion head, to the sun setting just beyond the green tree on the other side of the house to our west, to the cooler nights and windier days.
I usually say that I like the change in the weather, not just sunny days, not just rainy days, not snowy days– the variety in the weather. And, generally speaking, that’s true. But this summer has seemed so short, and the sunny days not appreciated enough (yeah, even the 107 degree days!), that this summer is over before I’ve even felt like it’s started. And this is also a message about my elder daughter’s adolescence; that I’m not appreciating it while I’ve got it, and soon she’ll be double-digits and then she’ll be off to college.
In a meloncholy mood today. Other things going well. Vacation’s over and work is full of … work. Talk to you guys soon.
