This week I have been seesawing between anger and sorrow.   Yesterday I walked into the therapist’s office angry and left full of sorrow. 

“Just hang on Grace for this too shall pass.”  That phrase is supposed to keep me from throwing myself in front of a train.  And it apparently works since here I am alive and typing a blog post.

Today I was thinking this anger and grief…it’s like a boomerang.  It passes and then it comes right back to me.  I take the searing anger and I toss it away and it comes right back to me, in the form of tears burn my hot cheeks and feel salty on my lips. 

“Just hang on Grace for this too shall pass.”

I feel depressed and I want to cry…and scream…and puke…  in that order.    Yesterday the therapist said she isn’t worried about my being *depressed*.  I didn’t ask her what she meant…I guess it doesn’t matter.
*Sigh*  And then it will come back…and then it will pass…and then it will be passed back to me…

Maybe I could duck? …the next time it gets passed back?