I meant to write today. I truly did. The post was called dancing with meds. It was going to be about how much less anxiety I'm feeling and whether part of that could be I'm really ready to not be so anxious, that maybe the meds jump started me to a place I should have been.
I love it here. I'm feeling fine about accomplishing nothing more than making it through the day with the good outweighing the bad. And I'm hoping creativity and drive will cone flooding back again. I miss them. But not enough to stop feeling this way.