Sometimes I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want to yell. I want to shout. I want to wail about how unfair everything seems at times.
Sometimes I want to sob hysterically. I want to cry. I want to sulk. I want to curl up into a ball and never leave my bed and just think about how lovely the world used to be.
Sometimes I want to break something. I want to smash a plate. I want to slam a door. I want to punch a wall something soft just to release the energy that seems to build up.
Sometimes I want to flee. I want to run as fast as I can. I want to drive until I run out of gas. I want to catch a Greyhound going anywhere but here then I can pretend that I’m someone else; that my life is completely different than what it is.
Those sometimes seem to come less frequently these days, but they come so out of the blue when I thought that those sometimes were almost gone forever. Those sometimes catch me off guard when they come that way!
Thankfully, in between those sometimes I laugh and enjoy life.
In between those sometimes I can look at my past and smile at the memories.
In between those sometimes I can look toward the horizon and see a future that is bright and full of joy.
In between those sometimes I know how lucky I am to have my family and friends—no matter how far away they live.
In between those sometimes I have my faith to keep me strong.
And in between those sometimes I know that I will be mostly happy despite the days when sometimes creeps up on me so unexpectedly.