Some of the anguish has lessened,Thank God.Being alone with yourself in a new city is definitely not for the weak-minded. Last weekend I even railed at the tv, which has been my constant companion for three years, night and day (seriously). I must be getting better when the lame dialogue really does sound lame. I take it one day at a time and I am trying to learn this mindfulness stuff (there is indeed something called "Mindfulness" and the best source is Thich Nhat Han and/or Thomas Merton and it will make you healthier but that is all I can say about it right now. Buddhists do it. How bad can it be?). I go to a support group three days a week, and I couldn't live without it. And my addiction to hotels is subsiding, I think.
Had a long text-fest with my kids last night over my latest almost-tragedy (the Beast threatened not to pay my rent here) and I finally let them know what my feelings are like, nowadays. From the heart. I don't think I ever did that before. Texting sure is a great way to communicate---what would be a very awkward conversation can be rattled off inseconds and texted away with ease.
Making myself read. Funny stuff, for the depression, a book on Lincoln'sMelancholy(yes, he did have it) and The Everlasting Man by Chesterton. Also drinking some dynamite Pellegrino lemonade.
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