It has already been many weekends since I did some actualy cleaning. So, today I gathered all my will and started to pick up things.It is always embarrassing to think how messy my depression pad would look to another person. I feel sorry for my maid who has to go through this daily.
Today she took the day off so it was one less day for her suffering. I know this is not the the way to live. I feel that what I am doing is wrong and still I can't help myself. It is true that I need to get therapy. But I am just delaying the inevitable.but I am on the path of a slow and steady recovery. hopefully I will get better and that day I will switch from survival mode to growth mode.
So I open the cupboard and find this bag which is full of stuff. There were papers, color pens, geometry box, oil pastels, dairy & a drawing book.I Immediately took the book and colors and gave a face to my thought...
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