I am going through a phase when i feel everything is against me , and i just can't shift these feelings of dread, normally i can keep busy in the garden which lifts my mood enormously, but the weather here past few days is dreadful, its bitterly cold and blowing a gale , and even my wee dogs won't go outside , the wind would almost blow them away.
I feel hopeless, panic, useless and dejected , and i feel life is pointless .
The days just roll into one and i see no discernable headway with all the tasks i have laid out in front of me, i just want the world to go away.
Depression is real, it gnaws away at my very soul. No words, no feelings, are able to dissuade my utter despair of how i am living , this vast house seems to have tentacles which claw at me so tightly they wont let me go and move on with my life.
You may think its crazy but i am convinced that the ancestor who purchased this building more than 120 years ago is still here meandering through room after room , and indeed i have experienced some strange happenings, from doors opening and closing to pictures and items being moved. I am rarely affected by strange phenomena but i accept that houses have a past but i wish they would just leave me alone.
PS/ I am far from crazy, I am astute, well versed and knowledgeable, but i do acknowledge there are things we have no control over.