Dwelling

Falling in and out of depressive waves has been difficult today. I am on the up when I have feelings of power over my choices and decisions but it comes crashing down inevitably with my depression and inability to focus on the things I have. I can’t help but feel that bad things happen to good people. The whys, the what-ifs consume me. When the dust settles, and the lights go off maybe it’s not that bad things happen to good people but that things just happen. You can either dwell or do something about it. Sometimes I am doer, today I have been more of the dweller. I hope for a better tomorrow.