Britney Spears, I'll Be Your Friend

Did I spell her name right? Boy, do I feel for this woman. Having a nervous breakdown is hard, but doing it in front of the whole world is really hard.

What I want to say to this woman is this:

It's not that bad. Get on some medication and get on with your life. Mental illness is not that bad. We live through it. We may not live through unmedicated mental illness.

On a lighter note, it's almost February! That means we're one month closer to lovely spring! More sunlight. Good for the mood.

To my friends at the AWP convention in New York right now: have a great time. I wish I were there.

I'm there in spirit.

Dina, where are you?

I've lost touch with a friend. Her name is Dina. I went to college with her. Dina, if you're out there reading this blog, contact me!

Depression is entirely over. Still on Prozac. My brother told me that he could tell I was better when I announced "I could go for a cigarette."

Of course, I don't smoke. My hubby said he'll divorce me if I become a smoker. He doesn't want to endure 2nd hand smoke, I guess.

It's so good to feel well again. I'm not manic, but I might be on my way up. I can tell that I'm getting a little manic when I start to get ideas for my blog and for articles and stories.

What a life!

My Kid Can Tell

Boy, since I've been feeling better, my 3-year-old son has been saying, "Mommy is happy. Mommy is happy."

I guess he can tell when I'm depressed.

He's happier too.

Watch out. Your children know your moods. They can tell when you're truly happy and when you're faking it.

"Mommy is crying."

We are not in this alone.

boy, i hope i can keep it up

it's good to be back. writing this blog every day is tough when you have to traverse periods of depression. it's hard to do anything when you're depressed, never mind write.

so maybe my goal should be "every other day." to try to post every other day.

i'll try for every day, but i don't think i'm that prolific. maybe i am

Yes, Folks, Peace can be found in the past

Harvest House was an old buffet in Akron, OH. I'm not sure if it existed beyond this town.

My grandparents used to eat there. They liked how everything was sold a la carte. They'd get a plate of ham, a dish of scalloped potatoes, don't forget the peas, and a dessert, say, cherry pie. And of course coffee.

The point is that Harvest House is now just a memory. A beautiful memory. When I'm looking for peace, I look backward into time.

Everything seemed understandable then. There were no clouds of ambivalent grey. Peas were only .35 cents.

Go back, young man, to simpler times. Go back to your roots. Talk to old friends. The real goal is continuity.

You are you. You're the same person who walked the face of the earth 30 years ago.

Where does one go when he has everything? When he's arrived. He goes back into the past.

And, eventually, he moves forward.

Peace

Hello, all.

what a pleasure it is to see that you've been here, even though I haven't. I can't say "i'm back," but i'm here for today.

been going through a severe depression.

you all understand.

it broke the other day.

hey, for all you guys looking for peace out there:

it can be found at the Harvest House.

more later