I noticed the year that I wrote my blog every day I felt more I guess free would be the word.

Lately I’ve started to fall into my depressive stumblings, where I do nothing but lay on the couch all day counting the minutes until hubby gets home. Nothing changes when he gets here mind you. He goes on his computer and I usually watch the same shows I do every night.

I feel like every day is a circle. I just keep doing the same thing every single day. Get up, get high, wait for hubby, mix repeat.

I’m hoping if I start writing again that I will be able to find a small break in the circle and find some freedom again.