Mom took me to the doctor today to see if I could get on an anti-depressant. Mr. Doctor-Dude said I didn't need one particularly, but he said I could try it and it might help. So I'm now on Prozac. (Makes me think of the one guy from "The Sons of Provo", hah!)
And I just realized...
For years and years, probably from eleven on or so, I've wished my life to be "interesting." My journals are filled with, "I wish my life was interesting!!" (Boy was I whiny!) Well, you know what? I think it is. I got what I wished for. Now I will view this difficulty differently. It is, as you might say, writing material. For my memoir!
I shall make the best of it.
I shall treat these problems in a way that later I will be proud of.
After all... it is going in my memoir. :)
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
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P.S. God and I: on better terms. I'm straightening things out.
ReplyDeleteYou are? That is WONDERFUL!
ReplyDelete(You and God, I mean, not being on anti-depressant!! Haha!)
You go, girl! ;)
Love ya!