glum...
One of those days again. Struggling for enough light to get by. Sad, that meds might be the answer, the thing that makes it okay to be without a person in my life to give so much of a damn that they care how I'm feeling... No, it is not a good day. Does it matter that it is brain chemistry that gets me stuck on that one little truth: that makes it impossible, for a while, to tolerate, to get on past it with a philosophic, 'Oh well' and some chocolate? I know, I know: take the meds, everyone will... Sign in to see full entry.