Coming back from the edge, one post at a time. Wednesday, January 27, 2016. I feel it creeping back again. It hides in the dark corners of my mind and I feel like it is just waiting to spring itself on me. I am not sleeping well. I have no interest in leaving my house. Every single day I contemplate calling in sick to work. A couple of days I have done it. Friday, September 18, 2015. Keeping your options open? Do I list.

Monday, May 23, 2011. As you all may have gathered, my ex-husband killed himself last month. he overdosed on pills, he just took whatever was handy. we were together 18 years, and were divorced just a little over 3 months. well, that plus anger and lots of regrets and stress because do you have.

Wrongly executing the right ideas to a more perfect world in my own mind. Sunday, August 20, 2017. A Warped Sense of Reality. Today I saw this post shared by someone I know, and if that person really believes this as pertaining to their situation they really have a warped sense of reality. With one couple, they ran roughshod over us, and pretty much every family member to whom they appealed for help. They burned bridges as they moved from one to the next. Even so, they wanted to go back to where .

Thursday, December 1, 2011. All I want for Christmas. The simplicity of children amazes me. I asked my 2 and 6 year old to write out a Christmas list for Santa. My 6 year old can read and write for himself. My 2 year old required some translation by me. I asked her to tell me all the things she wanted Santa to bring her and I would write them down.