I know I'll be alright, eventually. But it takes me three times as long as normal to figure out the simplest of things. Like the "subscribe" button under my photo to your right, which took me about 30 minutes and many tears to figure out. So push it, why dont'cha? Haha! :))
Just a short post to thank you for bearing with me as I continue to navigate the fog of grief I've been in since my foster mother died. One moment I'm fine, and the next I'm crying in the herbal isle at the health food store because I told the clerk why I needed rhodiola, an adaptogen, for extreme stress. I ended up leaving the store and forgetting to by many items I needed to avoid further embarrassment. I know I'll be alright, eventually. But it takes me three times as long as normal to figure out the simplest of things. Like the "subscribe" button under my photo to your right, which took me about 30 minutes and many tears to figure out. So push it, why dont'cha? Haha! :))
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9/23/2011 01:39:39 pm
I wouldn't mind being in a fog on the ocean. I still feel like I'm in a fog all the time, though, after going off my anti-anxiety/depression medication, and I hate the feeling. It's been 2 1/2 months. I still feel like I can't face the next day, because I don't know what I'm suppose to do. Oh well.
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