The second semester has started. The kids were home and we had a wonderful time. Lots of conversation, lots of laughter, lots of cookie baking and cake decorating...
And they are back out the door.
I was doing better for about a month (between Thanksgiving and Christmas) and actually tapered off my antidepressants.
Now I'm back on them.
The worst part is that the kids don't call or email. Not unless they need something. it's as though once they leave, they leave and they don't realize...
I am trying to balance my work hours and home hours. I'm exercising. I'm using the light box. I'm trying to keep my eyes and heart on God and the ministry.
But I've got to tell you... it fucking hurts.
