For the better part of the last week - I have been in such a funk that it was like my friend Joanne describes as being swallowed into a black hole. I watched my mom hardly be able to change her clothes for weeks growing up - and when I feel like this it scares the you-know-what out of me. Rest assured that there was clean underwear and daily showers, even though there were a couple of the kind of days where I couldn't even wear my contacts for crying. The slightest disappointment or sad thought started the waterworks. (I know what you're thinking but it is not PMS week - unless that means Post-Menstrual Syndrome) Anyway - it seems that today I crawled up out of the dark a bit - and feel more myself again. Words of affirmation from my husband that were extremely valuable - finding a potential place to plug in for a life - going swimming with a new friend and a phone call from an old one - these things come together and become a step-stool that have boosted me up out of the pit. This time was pretty weird - I even experienced a lot of difficulty getting the right words out - I found myself mixing up expressions with quite ridiculous results a few times. Anyway - I am back. I am not posting about this so I can get cheerful words from anyone - but in the hopes that someone else might know they are not alone.
For now, I'm back!