terriann1000's Journal

Today I rely on paper as a way  to say  how my mind and emotions are working.  To say  that paper is more patient than man is not always so.  For those of us with depression or mood disorders is often a daunting task to pick up the pen or take to the keyboard and write.  To express oneself clearly, concisely and accurately is often a very great challenged that can be likened to being asked to perform an activity one has never done before like drawing, singing or acting.

Last night I felt the pangs of lonliness desperation as my daughter left the house for her date.  After yet another impossibly hopeless attempt at meeting a man and having someone in my life, I have lost the peace one attained before I tried this unsuccessful venture.  Gone was the wisdom of Eckert Tolley who proclaims that acceptance of what is leads to the greatest peace.  When one awakens to beyond the ego and finds joy in the existence of the energy that is the self, everything else is fiction.  Such a thing is easy to embrace when there is relative peace in one's life.