It’s been a hectic day, and I managed to float through, without getting involved in the Women’s Day celebrations all around. I don’t want to feel and do something that I am supposed to do. And I don’t feel any excitement inside. The glaring truths do not change. Eulogistic greetings are bartered for future complicity in …… There was someone who addressed me as the Mother of Nations, and I’m still trying to figure it out.
Not sure if these are symptoms of depression, or I ‘m just trying to label my state. The Black Dog will further pull me in, if I engage the thought. Actually, I’m just tired, and need to rest.
Anyway, getting straight to the point and the prompt ….
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LAST WEEK’S ROUND UP
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