Well, on top of my usual bipolar-depression issues, now I am suffering from my monthly bout of PMS. I feel so lonely and depressed, and yet I feel like I want to be alone. Sounds crazy, I know, but that's the jest of it. My husband works from home, so he is always here. Fortunately, some guys down the street invited him to come and play some guitar with them, so after blowing them off for the past few weeks, he has finally given-in and is on his way out the door. I won't know what to do with myself; I don't know when the last time I had the house to myself. was (well, except for the kids who are quietly upstairs watching a movie). This time alone may be just what the dr. ordered. ;)
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass.
It's about learning to dance in the rain.