It's too easy to get discouraged in today's world.
The headlines and talking heads are full of insanity, greed, killing, war, ignorance and lies.
What passes for entertainment on television is designed to dumb us down, IMHO.
Add to the mix family dynamics, petty gossip, navel gazing morons who have no consideration for anyone else and it's one big headache.
Dropping out of the mainstream, retreating to 40 acres in no man's land and living under the radar can keep some of it at bay.
But, we're all really connected to one another. If not, we wouldn't survive. If we don't have a partner or kids or grandkids or siblings there's still plenty of people we interact with - even if sporadically.
This week has been my turn at the grief/misery millstone. No matter what, I'm reaping the results of past decisions and the wrath of a few family members - all who have similar histories but somehow pay more attention to mine.
Last night, as I was about to turn the computer off, I checked messages one last time. One was from my youngest son asking me not to be angry for what he had to say & please, always love him no matter what he did.
Of course, I read on.
Thankfully, he was still online & I kept him talking long enough for someone else to get to him. I have not slept since & I've done a lot of crying, blaming myself, begging, praying and staring into space.
For those of you who believe, I would appreciate your prayers. My son is still here tonight but the thread is thin.