On Fridays a bunch of us gather together over at Lisa Jo's place to write about a single prompt. We spend five delicious minutes just writing. Won't you come over and join us?
1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word. (On your blog or in the comments).
2. Link back over at Lisa Jo's and invite others to join in.
3. Go leave some comment props for the five minute artist who linked up before you.
2. Link back over at Lisa Jo's and invite others to join in.
3. Go leave some comment props for the five minute artist who linked up before you.
It’s a great way to catch your breath at the end of a long week.
"The most memorable people in life
will be the friends who loved you
when you weren't very lovable".
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It has been a rough couple of years. It has been some hard times. We have struggled. I have struggled. Along with the hard times, I got to battle my constant companion, depression. I have battled it off and on for most of my life. I have wished and prayed that it was gone. I have hoped that it never comes back, but it always does.
This time, it came back with a vengeance. I work full time. My husband works full time. I work days, he works evenings. That way, one of us can always be available for the kids. It works for us, it is not always easy, but it works.
With my depression, it took all my energy just to get to work. And more energy than I've ever imagined to get everyone where they needed to be. I spent as much time as possible in bed, under to covers. I didn't make dinner, I didn't clean the house. I was lucky that I even found the energy to answer the phone.
My husband, in desperation I am sure, took to doing the laundry. Not just his own clothes either. He washed the girls clothes, the sheets, the towels, and even my clothes. Not only did he wash the laundry, he hung it outside on the line that he made himself between the pine trees.
For the past two years, he has done all the laundry. Every. Single. Piece.
As for me, I am finally doing a little better. And now, even with my everyday fight with depression, my husband has reminded me that love can be found, each and every day, in a little bit of laundry.
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Now it is your turn. What can you write in just five short minutes?
*hug* I too, have battled that darkness... and I've also done the opposite shifts... and my husband, too, has stepped up to the plate and done the laundry. It's amazing how such a menial task can show so much love, like washing of feet.
ReplyDeletethis is the best post. honesty and realness in each and every word. thank you for your vulnerability.
ReplyDeleteSometimes, the challenges just overwhelm - and doing laundry - well, I just cannot touch it. Sometimes things have to give - and that's the beauty of a good marriage- when one cannot, the other can - and then when he cannot, I can. Thank you for sharing your heart:) Glad things are getting better, too!
ReplyDeletePatty, I have battled depression and bipolar disorder for most of my life. You (and I) are blessed with husbands who care for us and the home when we can't get out of the bed. I will add you to my prayers. I hope that you can find some peace.
ReplyDeletePatty
so much I can relate to here. Working full time. Struggling with depression, struggling with wanting to do anything, even get out of bed. My husband has also stepped up and helped a lot with chores, laundry being one. It helps so much. (so do my meds!) God bless our honeys. xoxo
ReplyDeleteI would say a laundry basket full of love. You have an awesome husband. My husband while raising our children had to split our work times so one of us was home. This isn't an easy life to live. It is so wonderful when you have a husband who will go the extra miles to help when you are down. You will be in my prayers and I love that you were so open and honest with your 5 minute thoughts.
ReplyDeleteBlessings and hugs!
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