Then last year I started to get really paranoid. Then I got depressed and had a pity party and I didn't want anyone to know any of the stuff. So I hid it all. I hid all my blog, I hid all of my Facebook photos from my "friends." I didn't want anyone to know anything to have access to any of it.
About a week after that meltdown, which I should actually take note of its importance, we went to a holiday party. We have some friends who moved here a few years ago from LA (they lived in the same bulging as big dick Ritchie!!!!) and they are awesome. But we went to the ones house and she is older but she has so much energy and love for everyone, more than enough honest to goodness love for everyone, and when we got to her house, she had photos of our family and our kids in frames on her wall. She had all the important people in her life on that wall and we were part of it. I just about broke down crying. It was so sweet. A few weeks later I told her how much it meant to me that we were included. And I shared with her how she must have gotten those photos before I had my pity party because they were not on lock down.
That being said, I mentioned that meltdown which was important because OMG after years and years of medication j am not linger on any and haven't been for many months! I actually feel stuff now!!! Like sadness! Not depression, but sadness!!! I have anxiety but not to the crippling, panic enduring point where I was afraid to come home for fear of what I might find, but more manageable "did I shut the garage door? Are you sure? Are you really sure?" type.
I am so much better (fatter!!) than I have been for many many years!!
