I disappeared for a while. Not just from my blog -- it felt like I wasn't part of my own life. Every day I was... Disconnected. Distant. I nearly lost my job because I couldn't focus on what I was doing. I wasn't giving anything or anyone the attention needed.I think I'm coming back. I've started ta . . . (More)

I don't like being tied to my phone. Don't get me wrong, it's handy. I love that I can have conversations with people whenever I need to, no matter where I am. I love that I can send and receive messages from Hubby, or Bratling during my work-day when I'm not available and I miss them so much. It's . . . (More)

I'm starting to feel more like myself again. It's such a relief.It feels good to be writing again. It feels good to nuzzle up against Hubby's back as we stand in the kitchen. It feels good to tease the Bratling awake.I've missed this. I've missed it all.Thank you for sticking with me. . . . (More)

I haven't felt like myself lately. I'm not sure how that fits in to the cause/effect cycle of not writing. It's not just my writing that is suffering, though. I don't know how to fix the problem, because I'm not sure exactly what the problem is. All I seem to be able to confirm is that it is definit . . . (More)

I feel like throwing things. Kicking and screaming and crying and Hurting.   I feel like hiding the tears behind anger.I feel misunderstood.I am unsure.   You don't get it.

"Thats the first time in a while that you haven't flinched," he says. And it's true. I made a decision. I trust my husband. There were moments that I found myself looking. And, as I watched him work, I wanted to speak. I wanted to advise. I asked myself 'Am I being helpful, or am I trying to take . . . (More)

My nerves are set on edge. Everything annoys me. Angers me. I'm fighting a migraine. I was rude to my mother. I've been peevish with the people I love all day long. Just... Don't talk to me. I'll be compassionate and kind later. Not right now. Right now... I'm more likely to bite your head off, an . . . (More)

I'm so full of ups and downs, I'm not sure I remember which is which. Through it all, no matter what I say, I blame myself. I'm certain it's just me. But... I won't admit it when you accuse me.

I don't know what to do. I'm mad at myself. Every time we get things back on the path to good, something pulls me off again. I'm insane. There's something very, seriously, extremely wrong with me.

Love. It's not all rainbows and fairy tales. Sometimes... It hurts. And it's scary. And it's tough. It's one of the toughest things around. Love... Love is feeling someone bristle at your concern. Love is holding someone while they fight you, because they need to be held even if they don't wan . . . (More)