First and foremost, I must apologize to all my readers for the delay in writing this latest blog entry. Truth is… it has been a difficult few weeks and although I find writing to be somewhat therapeutic, I just could not bring myself to put finger to key in my condition. I have been both mentally and physically drained which has thus affected my writing and to you all, I apologize for that.
In terms of my depression, there is really nothing new to report on that field. It’s there. Ever present. Hanging over me like a big black cloud. Only that cloud has become darker. Exactly two weeks ago I received word that my Uncle had been murdered back in our home land. He was brutally beaten and then run over by the vehicle of the perpetrators. The autopsy revealed that my uncle died as a result of the internal organs in his chest being crushed.
Being her younger brother my mother alongside my other aunt and uncle living in Canada and England rushed to the home land to carry out the grim task of settling funeral arrangements for their beloved brother and speaking with police concerning the accused and the murder.
Since the day of that alleged phone call when I first heard the news of my uncle, my brain has been in an eternal fog. I can’t seem to concentrate… not that that wasn’t an issue with my depression. It’s just now become worse. I feel a heaviness in my heart and soul and I know that is due to the loss of my uncle.
I wish I had more optimistic news for you all in this blog but I guess that’s just the way life is. Sometimes good. Sometimes not so good.