Oh great, this again...
I don't speak much anymore about the thing I deal with. It's become a thing. A shadow that follows me around. One I can usually forget about. Except when that niggling little voice gets a stronghold. The little voice you can usually tune out, except, when you can't. I've done well the past few years. Meditating, exercising, eating well, focusing on things I'm interested in and putting all of my energy into my family. This time, I took on too much. Work, family, school, more family stuff (which I, most days, can't handle), we are planning our garden, starting seeds and now we have five little chicks that have taken residence in our garage (all while not totally ok with the landlord but we have a contingency plan). I'm also attempting to continue to nurse Maddie beyond the one year mark, which comes up on the 20th of this month. Despite the fact that she's beginning to (some days) wean herself. Which I'm (regretfully) kind of grateful for. Can you al
