Monsters under the Bed

Is undepressed a word? 

Somebody asked if I was depressed. No, I'm not, now. Time did its job for me. 

I was in the blackest hole on earth - knocked for a loop by a "surprise-death." That figurative black hole was in my heart. 

Once enough time had passed (time is different for everybody), I slowly started eating and sleeping again.

No appetite and no rest drained me of any splinter of verve I might have had left. "Your system is in turmoil," I was counseled by a dear, old friend. 

Losing some (all?) of your heart, you are going to go within.

To move on when NO path shows you the way is tricky. You have to come out of yourself -- right after you climb out of that 'black hole.' 

My remedy did not come about over night. It took about a year! 

"Misadventures of a New Orleans Girl" is all about hurdles and getting over them. 

Problems usually are temporary, unless you become mentally I'll over them. 
   
Positive action, vision, motivation, get them on your side and always analyze situations. If you can't overcome the tragedy, then there's no use to worry.

(Girlfriend just wrote to me, "coco dans la merde." It's unrelated here, but, it made me laugh.)