Back Again...

Just got offline talking to a VA crisis counselor. Why I am sharing this is beyond me, but I decided to use one of my better coping skills to help deal with the s--- I have been going through. I don't want to dwell on the past anymore, but it haunts me like a ghost with shackles around my ankles.I mentioned Marley's ghost a while back; I guess it is appropriate with the holidays fast approaching. Some days I feel like even Dickens could not rouse me out of this funk. It feels like clouds on a rainy day that sink so low they almost touch the ground. I do not expect anyone to understand, but all I am saying is I am tired. Good night...