Yesterday, you wore the white dress. The sun shone, and when you left the trees, it was as though the sun caught you, and for those moments all was light, warmth, comfort.
Nothing went wrong yesterday.
‘You are letting a good day poison those other days.’
My Mum drops wisdom into the matter at the kitchen table.
She is right.
If I get a good day, I want it to last.
I do not want to go back to the darkness of depression.