For those of you who know me, who really know me, you know it only takes one small misstep to send me reeling out of my comfort-zone, headed for the hills of home and the safety of my bed.
One such “misstep” happened on Wednesday night. When I’m not crying, I’m sleeping, or vice-versa. I don’t care to go into details; either you know or you don’t. Some parts of me say it’s silly and some parts are seriously wounded.
What I do want to say is that I am forever grateful to those of you who have reached out, either by calling or sending notes on Facebook. I’m just not ready to face the world yet. I’m not suicidal, I’m not hurting myself, I am taking my meds when I remember to do so. I’m crying less today than yesterday, which in the long-run is a good sign.
I can’t speak to the future yet and I shouldn’t have done so so rashly yesterday when I sent out a few notes on FB. But, I do need to lay low for a while. So, that I will do.
Please know that I love all of you, my friends.