Lively Rosie (Rosies Lively Beauty)

       It's been one week since my ordeal at the bus station. I'm doing well, or so I think, but I've had a peculiar way of handling things this past week. To give you one example, I don't want to think about what's for dinner. It's just dinner, I tell myself, but I don't care for it. I don't want to be involved in it. It feels like such a monumental task. DINNER, it is haunting me! And I'm saying it dramatically because the feeling feels dramatic. Every day, I get home from work, my son is waiting so we can start cooking dinner and I don't want to. I want food but I don't want to think about making it, I don't want to decide what to eat, I don't want to be involved in the process, I don't even want to decide what to buy for dinner if we don't cook at home. I cook what my son asks but I can't bring myself to decide what to eat for myself. To give you some perspective, this is uncommon of me. My son (who is a teenager) and ...

I battled whether to speak out about this as I've always been a private person. However, I've learned I'm not an island and none of us are. We need each other for love, support, and kindness. This has been a week where most will say I'm down on my luck. Although a series of events have transpired that have made me feel upset, there was an incident yesterday that was worse. My car broke down two weeks ago, as I have taken the bus before I didn't think twice about doing so again, and have been on the bus for two weeks getting to and from work. As I was waiting for the bus yesterday, a man was already there at the stop. Please keep in mind this wasn't an isolated bus stop but at the Bus Terminal where there is usually more security, sheriffs, a lot of drivers on their break, and for the most part more people. I sat down and although I usually open a book to read, this time I was talking to my son, since we were riding the bus together. We sat down and were talking ...