One of Those Days

It's amazing to me that a happy holiday spent with loved ones can still produce moments so low you wish you'd never been born. I felt like that this morning despite having said a congenial "good-bye" to relatives last night. Everyone got back home safely, so there was cause for thanks, but this morning the memories of things painful and past brought tears and the wish, again, that I had never even been a dream. How can such a seemingly "good" day do this to someone? I was not thinking of past hurts or grudges; slights or arguments, yet this morning there were tears and pain associated with yesterday's good time and pleasant visit. Perhaps, someday, this will cease to occur but, until then, it is something I will have to deal with and continue to try to analyze. I know that once I fully understand its origins and why it keeps recurring I will own it and can make it go away forever. No one should have to feel like they wish they had never been born and no one should ever deliberately do anything to make someone they are supposed to love feel that way. Perhaps it should be spelled "haulidays" instead, just to describe all of the baggage that goes with you when you have one.