Against the Odds?
Didn't mean for a week to get away before I got back here. It hasn't been the pleasantest one, but, given my "state," I suppose that's to be expected.
There's been a major medicine overhaul, the efficacy of which is still unclear. There have been spontaneous crying jags, and not much eating, and days where the only thing that has gotten me out of bed was the need to take out the dogs.
And yet, I'm still here.
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if i was near you I'd cook you dinner and bring it over. When people have cancer everyone rushes to cook for them, when people have depression everyone rushes AWAY from them...
we need to change that!
St Brigid's poetry day! Go find a lovely poem.
I've been away, too, and I'm glad that you're here! Take time for yourself. Be good to yourself. Have a nosh. I hope the medical side works out, this time. BIG HUGS.