I fell into a dark hole when i got home from my trip. It was really scary. I had trouble getting out of bed each day and doing most anything was out of the question. Did a lot of crying and panicking, and had no energy.
Can you say "depression" kids?
Yeah, that was me. I moved over to my brother's house for two weeks and they fed me and made sure i got up every day. Not a pretty picture.
But thanks to the meds finally kicking in, I came home three nights ago, and while i am still up and down, i am functioning and am able to move through my day.
Trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my life. I hope i can enjoy the journey as well as the end result. But lots of shit to wade through first. Meeting with lawyers and trying to pick one. Dealing with the Soon-Ex who is much to busy and important to pick a lawyer and divorce his wife.
Trying not to become bitter, but you can't tell from that last sentence. I guess a better goal might be to try and not REMAIN bitter.
My friends and Em remain the awesomest. (Shut up blogger, is TOO a word.)
Thursday, June 23, 2011