Imagine a little gray donkey on a hundred acres of the beautiful Flint Hills in Kansas. This little donkey has a cloud that hovers over them ALL THE TIME. Some days the cloud is gray and drizzly, sometimes the cloud forms a spinning dust devil. Sadly, it mostly has high winds and lightening. When will the cloud just be white and fluffy?

Poor little donkey can’t catch a break.

This week, I am that donkey. The weight of everything… my baby birds (teens), my career, my marriage, my dashed dreams, my disconnect, my loneliness.

My depression, tends to only last a few hours. I am now on day two with the cloud of doom. I can’t say that I am fond of it. I don’t have the drive to exercise when I am mad or when I am sad. Wishing I did… oh how thin I would be!