Boy am I glad to be home.
In other news...bleh. I find that I can be totally cheerful or OK for very long stretches of time. And all of the sudden, the fact that I might die hits me, and it's the most horrible feeling I've ever felt in the whole world. It's not a paralyzing-with-fear feeling the way an anxiety attack is, not even remotely close. It's a feeling of such....bitterness and sadness. I don't even know how to describe it.
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Why do people often tell me I'm brave? Is that a knee-jerk reaction to someone with cancer? I genuinely don't mean to dismiss anyone...
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I can’t tell you how I feel when someone famous and/or someone I admire announces they have OCD. It’s such a unique type of hell. It’s alway... -
Why did I revive my blog just to leave it un-updated for 6 months? I mean, January? That's the last time I updated? Really?? Anyway. ...
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