DEPRESSION/EMOTIONS
Trying Not to Wallow in Self-Pity Is Getting the Best of Me
I hate writing this message
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Dear Wonderful friends and followers.
I am sorry.
But I am falling apart.
Before I went to Africa for ten days, I received a painful emotional blow.
I tried to put it out of my mind on my trip, but it affected me greatly.
I could barely eat or sleep.
That was a bummer on such a wonderful trip, and I tried not to let my pain ruin it completely.
And I faked many smiles and enthusiasm to not drag down the other four travelers in my group, including my brother.
We were together almost 24/7 for the whole ten days.
Now that I’m home, I am dealing with that hurt daily.
I’m not doing well.
I have no creativity or desire to write about my adventures in Kenya.
However, I have so many stories to tell.
The other three people on our tour had varied personalities, and we had some crazy, fun, and tense times as a group.
Our driver was interesting and knowledgeable but hard to understand with a deep accent.
One man in our group constantly asked him questions while he was driving and distracted him a lot.
It drove us bonkers.
The roads and trails included rough and rugged terrain.
We could not understand why all the roads had speed bumps every 100 feet until we saw how most people drive.
Yikes!
Quite hard on the body in a four-wheel drive Land Rover!
My brother and I still have bruises from being thrown around in that vehicle!
Another lady in our group and my brother clashed daily.
We were often unhappily trapped in a jeep all day with the other three tourists in our group.
Each of us was very different.
