I lost my head and forgot spf…sort of.

Just a wee-touch of the ‘angry depression’ had me hiding under the covers for the past week.
I watched Oprah yesterday, because you know…nothing like watching a halocaust survior walk through the gates of Auschwitz death camp to cheer you up. I watched the whole thing and I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry because I can’t wrap my mind around it. I can’t, as a passionate, loving, woman and mother imagine that type of betrayal, pain and loss. It’s too big for my mind. SIX million people died there and that was just ONE camp. I saw the hair, the shoes and the suitcases, but it was too big for my mind.
After it was over, I did something I haven’t done in a couple of days. I got up, took a shower, put on my make up and I left the house on my own free will. I have that right. I have that right to be able to just get up and go as I damn well please. My mind, my anxiety and my sudden spurts of depression scare me, but It’s not the fear of walking into a gas chamber against my own will or watching everyone you’ve ever known be divided into groups and not knowing that may or may not be the last time you see them.
OH hell no, depression robbed me of hours of my week and scared me under my covers for days…but unless my depression is carring a gun, i will no longer be a prisoner.

Remind me the next time I get a touch of the depression to watch Shindler’s List or Kramer vs. Kramer. Something that gets me fired up.
This weeks SPF is sort of based on Auschwitz.

1. Your suitcase/s or travel bag.
2. Your ground.
3. Something you are powerless to.
It’s only as hard as you make it.