I was looking through the symptoms of winter depression, as I need to associate my misery to something. A failing relationship that crackles and dampens with slightest provocation, two great friendships turned sour due to gossip, and malicious misinterpretation of my words.
Or Is this the effect of tomorrow's lunar eclipse and full moon effect on me ???
Whatever... I feel a frog in my throat. Despite myself, I am nurturing this frog, fattening it with it's favorite diet- Misery. I gave it a name, I check on it's needs from time to time, VERY fondly. Being a woman it comes naturally to me to love something that is growing in me. And I want this frog in my chest to grow Bigger and BIGGER to out do me in size. Then to swallow me.
Origin of LUNATIC
Middle English lunatik, from Anglo-French or Late Latin; Anglo-French lunatic, from Late Latin lunaticus, from Latin luna; from the belief that lunacy fluctuated with the phases of the moon
First Known Use: 14th century