Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

When you're worried about something, at least when I am, I clam up after the initial reaction.  Anything I say out loud seems old and trite and without feeling.  There is a numbness.  Now that lack of speaking is depression, but it is my inclination.  I've been over and over the issue in my head, and laid awake in the middle of the night spinning the information around and around.  I'm tired of it.  Such is my state of mind or speech right now.  I don't want to discuss our daughter's condition, but nothing else seems worth discussing instead.  So I withdraw.  I can see this.  But maybe I need to withdraw.  Take a break.  Just wash the dishes, do the laundry, take out the trash.  These are comforting, mundane tasks.  The day is beautiful and we are going to an opera this afternoon, which I welcome as a distraction, and there will be the music, the melodrama, the lights, sets, costumes and the sublime voices.  An afternoon outside of myself and my own drama.  I look forward to it.