I am BLUE.
My brain keeps telling me about the good things in my life.
But the rest of me won't listen.
This pain is almost physical like a heart ache.
I know I am loved, I know I am fortunate, I know I have it much better than most but the reasoning does not comfort.
I have been down this road many times. A day or two and my feelings will become reasonable again.
Michael asks me why I am sad.
I say that I don't know.
When we were first together this would bother him. He tried desperately to understand. He was convinced there had to be a reason.
He shrugs his shoulders now and says:
"One thing for sure is I am never going to understand women."