Literature's Life Lessons

     Back in college I had the opportunity to take a class that used literature to teach life lessons based on The Family:  A Proclamation to the World.  I blew it off for some stupid reason like the possibility of a better job.  Should have prayed about that one.  Anyway, one of the classics was Anna Karinina.  I felt robbed of the learning opportunity, so I read it years later.  The message still hurts because if I had taken the class I would have been warned and stayed away from the self destructive behavior.  I was already on the path to becomeing Anna, and now I am even farther down the path.  No, my first step on the path was not adultery, but I made less severe and less morally wrong mistakes.  You see, she made a mistake and let it fester instead of fixing it.  She was selfish and did no physical labor what-so-ever.  She eventually went crazy and threw herself under a train.  What is the moral?  Do what you are supposed to do, if you make a mistake--fix it, and work hard.
     The lack of mild physical labor because of my labor, yeah bad pun, has derailed what I thought my life would be.  I have mourned the loss too long.  It is time to figure out what I can do and cannot do because of my mental health issues and move on.  Just the thought of all the effort involed in turing my life around depresses me.
     I need my Mommy close by to help bouy me up when I fall.  She is my best friend.  She is my hero.  She has turned her life into something wonderful even with all the bad things that happen in life.  I won't tell her life story because it is not mine to share, but I will share that she is one tough cookie.  If she can make it, so can I.