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| From the show The Walking Dead |
I’m
not dead, if that’s what you were thinking. Nor did my hubz have me committed…
yet.
I’m
slowly getting out of the woods. It was a dark, lonely trek, even though I was
surrounded by loving family and an amazing hubby.
It’s
better now though. Little by little as my energy returns to me I find my love
for writing again. Heck seems I’m finding my love for
everything I used to obsess over! There are 500 books on my kindle that I have
to read, shiny new writing ideas bubbling up from creative space, drawings I finally
have the urge to sketch out, blog posts I want to do, house projects, and the
return of Final Fantasy XI obsession.
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| Me and Hubz playing Dragoons |
My
only problem now is finding time to do all these beautiful things.
I’m
still lurking in the shadows of the woods. There are still bad days, where
getting out of bed seems like torture of the worst kind, but there are more
great days now, where I look forward to hanging with my kids and treating them
to something nice. These days shine though the bad days like the sun through
the trees.
And
yeah, my words are coming back!
I
really didn’t realize how deep into depression my exhaustion made me
until now. I’m still tired, I still hurt, but I’m
sleeping, and I’m dreaming again (so well I even went on a little sleep
walk). I wake up and I’m not exhausted! True, by two I’m
ready to crawl back to my bed, but till then, I get stuff done.
I’m
not recovered, but I’m better, and I’m ready to get back
to making those dreams come true!
