Today, I’m grateful for therapy. We had a phenomenal session. My therapist asked me how well has my anxiety served me, and it immediately dawned on me that the true answer is “poorly.” As soon as I saw that, and
I know, I was having second thoughts, and then promptly stopped updating, ha! I decided that laying in bed at night, dawdling on my phone, trying to sound like a blog post until I either finished or fell asleep, was
Today yours truly is pretty ragged. My fever climbed to 103 at noon, but was lowered by nyquil to a reasonable 100. So I’m grateful for modern medicine. I also contemplated going into the hospital for some prescription medication and
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and for the first time in 3 years it’s not falling on or right before the anniversary of Amanda’s death. I think we all of us left are thankful for getting that break. This past year I’ve
Today I’m going back to therapy for the first time since July of last year. I’m really looking forward to it. * Recently I thought of an old college schoolmate. When I was 20, I was struggling in a toxic
Coming back here after significant time away compels me to begin again by reviewing my output up until the recent lapse. First, I fell into some familiar bad habits from when I first took over in early 2017. I relied
The editing page reminds me that I began this draft on 08/30/18, and true to my sputtering fashion, The-Two-Year-Mark has come and pass, and here we finally are.