Last night I definitely felt like taking hostages. At one point I jumped on the couch and pulled my sweater over my head while Jason tried to make the children leave me alone. But, I pressed on, read to them, and didn't do any irreparable damage to their fragile little brains. That's always my goal! It's good to have goals...
TODAY I AM drinking coffee. Dr. Dude instructed me to take one more Paxil on Sunday so I will be needing this coffee.
Drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs. I'm sorry, folks, it's what's on my mind.
Sometimes I regret being so open about what is going on, like when family members worry about me. However, I don't want to filter my writing or start writing in different journals depending on the subject because that's too complicated for me and would discourage me from purging in this way, which is the best way I know how to stay sane.
Well, hugs to all on this Sunday. Live, Love, Laugh.