This is Fruitycake. Desperate times call for desperate measures. That Depression Monster had been taking a vacation. Because the Grief Monster was filling in for him. But unfortunately, he’s back. And he’s working really hard to get my Girl Person. She feels the weight…not of pizza.
But of discouragement. And doubt. And worthlessness. Even here.
Brickle was a pro at fighting that monster. He knew how to get her out of darkness.
He tried to prepare me for how to help her. But without him here, I feel it too. I don’t know if I’m strong enough to help her when I’m feeling that sadness myself. I need some peanut butter for inspiration and strength. But in this Italy place, we can’t find any. Isn’t that strange?
We can take for granted that so called normal things in our life aren’t normal everywhere. And it’s easy to take thjngs for granted like peanut butter. And then you need it and it’s nowhere to be found.
We’ve been trying to get a bit of a routine lately…me and Girl Person. She has been taking me for a walk, just me and her, every day. I haven’t been really wanting to go though. It feels weird without Brickle. And I haven’t been trying my best to encourage her. Because I need encouragement too. So we had a talk this morning. And we agreed to try tomorrow again. Tomorrow. It’s not guaranteed. But we hope for it.
Tomorrow is another day to try and to look for peanut butter. This Depression Monster may be the strongest he has ever been right now. And we may be the weakest, emotionally and physically too. But we will try to find the peanut butter that Brickle used for his superpowers. And remember his strength. And tomorrow is another day.
–Fruitycake
