They have been weighing heavily on my mind since I got back and this is where my post becomes serious.

Even my disclosure, in the first paragraph, about going to a psychotherapist, is to encourage people like me to admit their depression.

In my next post I will be writing about a conversation between one blogger and people claiming to be part of the Iraqi resistance.

As I have tried to show in my previous article, people used to go to the pre Buddhist places of worship, in particular, to pray to be blessed with children.

Shards of those dreams have pierced me too. I postpone writing about Mother's Day in order to take advantage of the emotions that consume me on this day, which enable me to describe my pain. Perhaps, in this new and violent state of sadism, I might experience some happiness, should one of you tell me that my article brought tears to your eyes.