Mumbles … Toothbrush

Depression does things to you… like makes your toothbrush the enemy.  Why bother?  No one will be smelling my breath today as I hide out at home afraid of my own shadow not to mention the entire world outside of the door.

No, I am no longer at that point.  I worked very hard to get here where I wanted to brush my teeth again.  And more importantly I wanted to brush them for ME.  Surprisingly after my last bout of depression I went to the dentist and had no new cavities, just a loose old filling.  Makes me glad I have been making a strong effort this year to improve things.  All one step at a time, or one tooth brushed at a time.


Bonus!  Even though it hurts to admit that it was nearly 45 years ago as I kid I went to the theater several times to see this move, (45 years?  Can’t be, can it?) I have to say this is one scene I memorized fast.  Even at the movies I picked up on ad jingles. 


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – toothbrush


9 thoughts on “Mumbles … Toothbrush”

  1. Depression sucks. I was in it deep for a couple of weeks. I went to the doctor (NP) yesterday. She said I looked real good! I told her she should have seen me last week. She would have called the guys with the straight jackets! Oh, boy was I a mess. We have to keep our heads up and do for ourselves, no one else. It’s easier said than done, I know. 😉 Hugs ❤

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