I just could not shake off that feeling of gloom and doom.
I had all sorts of good
Whatever the reason, I was in a funk.
And I did not like it.
Then, I read about the Middle East Breast Cancer Conference banning Israelis -- well, that got my blood boiling. After some research, I posted about how Susan G. Komen for the Cure continued to support the conference. (I still owe you all a follow up post...) Then, when I cross-posted to my former group blog, I got censored! -- that got my blood boiling even more! I started researching, writing and FIGHTING for my principals.
Susan G. Komen for the Cure was purposefully misleading the public, and betraying our trust. I spent hours researched the facts, so I could expose the truth.
At the same time, women from my group blog, who I thought were my friends, treated me with such disregard and disrespect! I was so hurt, and so angry. At first, I tried to show them what they were doing, but their disdain obscured all logic. No one rose to my defense. And, when I left, only a few chose to continue their contact with me. For almost two years, I had deluded myself into believing that these women cared and supported me. I was furious about their deception, and my own naiveté.
I was fuming over these two injustices.
I had no time for self-pity, and no patience for anything else.
I was Don Quixote and I had my windmills to fight!
After a week or so, I had to put these issues aside. I was still burning with righteous indignation, but I did not have time to succumb to my fury.
I was no longer feeling lethargic and apathetic.
I had things to do, and I was back on track!
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,