And yet I live...
With my boyfriend now, actually. Neighbors with Karen and Mike. One big happy etc.
Updates to follow.
Sorry I disappeared...
Finally...I start therapy. I did actually have 3 sessions earlier this year, but I don't count that. I was still with Karen and was seeking justification for our poly relationship with Mike. Which, by the way, I got. Haha...
This time, it's me, alone. I broke up with the guy I was seeing yesterday. I'm not ready. I'm still hurt from Karen and Mike both and yet still love them both. I recently went through a very suicidal phase and the ONLY reason I didn't do it was because of my children. I've gone through a lot this year, regarding my health, employment, moving several times, divorce, coming out, and more.
It's all pushed me past a point of being able to handle it mentally and emotionally. I'm maintaining, but I'm not well.
The therapist I've picked specializes in depression, anxiety, divorce and LGBTQ issues. EVERYONE who knows me well has breathed a collective sigh of relief that I've finally taken this step.
So have I.
Firstly, thanks to all of you who posted words of concern. I was truly touched, and I'm sorry I haven't updated.
Fuck Wellbutrin. Fuck it right in the ear.
I'm much better now. Dear sweet Mother of Jesus, that was HORRIBLE!!
I haven't felt like that since before I went on Paxil, years ago.
Still smoking, goddammit.
Will write more asap.
Peace and Love.