Almost any time I publish a photo of what I’m doing….I’m in bed.
I’ve always been bed-prone. It’s nice here. Comfortable and restful
However sometimes being in the bed is the only thing I feel like I can do.
I’ve been sicker before and for longer, but never in a way that was so very visible to the people around me.
I haven’t been able to go to work regularly, which is doing nothing good against my anxiety.
The strange truth is that the people around me have become the kind of people I needed around for a depressive relapse episode.
And the owner of this little gift shop feels like she has been given the biggest and best gifts of all.