As the holidays emerge...

So does my depression.
Usually this is the time of the year everyone looks forward to--Unfortunately I am not one of them. It's during these weeks I realize how alone I really am. Call me selfish. Tell me I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. Call and say of me as you wish. But you don't know or will you ever begin to understand how alone I feel during these weeks. I just wish I had a big family with cousins, brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts, grandma's and grandpa's friends. My father. I miss you. Where ever you are if you are alive or dead I miss you. I wish you could see me now. This month will mark year eight. And although it's been eight years since I last saw you, I still think about you. And I am still hurt that you left without saying goodbye. But what kills me the most is that I don't even know if you are alive or dead. I just wish you knew how much I miss you. Especially during these months of November and December.




By Charmaine Olivia.