I thought I would take this weekend to re-center myself. And I thought it had worked. Up at the top of a mountain on Saturday morning, I felt as though all was well. I was myself. I had released the hold that was gripping me, or so I thought.
Then, three days later, I'm back to being anxiety-ridden, and generally pissed off about my existence. What makes me so upset, really, is losing a friend and not being able to do anything about it.
I wish I had a funny story about the kids to make me feel better. Alas, I do not. Hopefully I will soon. They are pretty funny.
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