It's been a full week now since I made the concious choice to get my act together. Like a turtle slowly poking its head out if its shell, I decided to emerge from my self-created morass of self pity. I donned the glittery nail polish and stepped outside of my shell and WHOMP! Bumped, head on, to a wonderful life! I haven't been sitting around moping all day...ok, kinda. I'd check my email, putter around the apartment doing house-wifey things. Turn on old Will and Grace reruns and pour myself a… Continue

I feel good! Thank you, CSL for following me through my days since discovering you! I don't have cancer, which makes feel like an interloper of sorts when I read the posts on this site. However, and by no means do I even dare compare the seriousness of a cancer with depression or anything that colors my day. But sometimes, one's perspective can be as limiting and/or life shattering as any deadly disease. It comes down to a sense of control, or lack thereof. When I lose a feeling of control and f… Continue

I was here all evening reading and exploring. I am inspired! I was to get my life together! I am so not happy....and really, on the surface, cannot justify my dysphoria. I have a wonderful husband, who loves me, and I love him. I live in the most beautiful city (save for Paris) in the world. But I feel so unfocused and out of control. I drink waaaaay too much...although! and this is a good thing...I had my last glass of Vodka yesterday morning, and last night, when my husband called on his wayho… Continue