Achilles heel

Mine is “rejection” and “depression.” I have experienced “rejection” my entire life. My mother rejected me shortly after I was born because she believed “they mixed up the babies” in the hospital. She raised me but without love or affection. I won’t bore the reader with details of the numerous rejections. The six weeks between Thanksgiving Day and the New Year are the worst days of the year (for me) because of festive occasions with family (for most…).  Every year, I hope and pray that each year will be free of rejection and depression (especially in a new living environment). Strangely, my biological clock, on Thanksgiving Day, sends the emotion that engulfs me like a giant black blanket. Currently, two days in my apartment—without meals. I tried to “talk to myself” about going to the dining room but my body refused to depart.