cruel, cruel April

Imagine if I were a person prone to depression.

Oh, wait a minute. I am one of those. And this month is going to be the death of me.

THIS WEATHER is enough to make Pollyanna shoot herself. Drizzly, cold, gray, miserable.

Because I'm on meds, I work to look for the silver lining, and here's what I came up with: at least with weather like this, I don't ever feel like I'm missing out on a gorgeous day when I'm sitting in a classroom. THAT'S IT. That's all I could do.

I feel like I'm trapped in a cruel joke.

Dar Williams' song "After All" comes to me now:

And it felt like a winter machine
That you go through and then
You catch your breath and winter starts again
And everyone else is spring bound