After I published yesterday’s post about feeling like there was a “New Me” possibly developing, I was lying on the couch, really feeling pretty proud of myself for being such a Mental Health Poster Child. I patted myself on the back, foreseeing that the worst could be over with Sarah’s death. Who were these fools… Continue reading Three-Hour Tour
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Flirting With Disaster
I woke up screaming again this morning at around 3:30. I really feel bad for my husband at this point, as this is the third time in the last couple of weeks he has been awakened by my shrieking “You f&%ing a$$h#le” or words to that effect. I hope he’s not getting a complex. I… Continue reading Flirting With Disaster
The First Year Without Sarah 