Pregnant Augusts?

If all the days were like August...

It’s been months since I signed up as a publisher and I'm finally ready to accept this flaw of mine. It wasn't easy of course; In the latter part of February I was languishing in hopes, that were not as high as when the strike was still a week old. In March, there was still fickle hope but I was losing myself. gradually. In April, I was a lost soul. May tried to find me but couldn't. The waves of depression washed coolly over me, day by day. In June, all I wanted was to sleep. To sleep and sleep and just sleep. and maybe not wake up? At least you could say I loved to do something. LOL. July came and Mom thought a new environment was what I needed. It wasn't what I needed but it helped. a little. Dad was always working and I had to help. So I was engaged. August came and with him, came new hope.There was so much to look forward to. I met real people. I talked to them. It’s September now and I feel renewed and ignited. Hopefully this one will last. Fingers crossed, cos I don't wanna jinx this.

To a new dawn, we clink our glasses 🥂.