Sharon in Wonderland

Happy Birthday, to me.

"Don't tell me if I'm dying, 'cause I don't want to know." Life lately is going pretty well. Aside from frequent nightmares and faint feelings of depression (my norm) I have been happy. Growing up hasn't been anything I ever dreamed. If only I would have known before, all the things I do now. It would have been so much easier. But I really think, learning is phenomenal. I couldn't have really played my life so far, any better. My brother will be born soon. Caden is his name. How do I feel? Nervous! Scared. Responsible for his future? Most definitely. Possibly 6-8 weeks left. The house is baby ready. The nursery is all decked out with diapers, bottles, pacifiers, clothes, and all the decorative trimmings. My father is nearing fifty- three. His wife is nearing forty. I am an only child, and always have been. 18 years older than him, I'll be when he's born. Some people say this should be the best thing to happen to our family! I want to agree, bu...

The beginning of June is such a beautiful time, wouldn't you agree? This is the very month I was born; the twenty-ninth day. I stepped outside this morning and I wasn't smacked with the normal Louisiana humidity or automatic sweat. I was graced by the sweet touch of the wind. It was cool and collected. Nice, for a change. I'd say it was God's sweet and humble breath blowing down on me. It was refreshing. I wish everyday gave such a marvelous sensation as such. The past couple of nights have been rough. I'm being tormented with happiness.... fake happiness. Allow me to explain briefly. Every day I don't take my anti-depressant I have a dream about him. Every single time. I cannot explain it, I do not know why, but it is so. Sometimes I forget to take my medicine , or I leave it somewhere where I cannot get to it that day, etc. The dreams I have are delightfully frightening. It always starts out the way my previous day ended, more of less a continuum of my day...