David and Goliath

The constant struggle between my COPD emphysema and Depression/anxiety often leads me to question my sanity.  One one level the length of my oxygen hose chained to the wall determines the extent of my world while the Depression throws daggers to escape the confines of this cruel hermit life.  However, I try to find something positive to say every day and while this may give my mind a fresh impetus to take another sling shot at Goliath, I know one day my stone will hit home and I'll win the day.  Over the rainbow, perhaps.