I FORCED MYSELF to make an appt with my primary care doc tomorrow to have bloodwork to see if there is something physically wrong with me - like thyroid, or iron, or????. If there's not, then this must be depression and I'll just have to find some way to deal with that. My kids are sad that I'm sad that that isn't okay with me at all. So here I go, pulling myself up by my ****ING bootstraps AGAIN.




Although what I would really RATHER do is just make myself disappear. Not an option. Ack.