Today is my birthday. It was nice and I am happy to report it is the first birthday in 15 years I have not thought about SI or had suicidal ideation.
That was the best present I could possibly have.
Until a few minutes ago when I started to crash. I've been feeling kind of poorly all day- my throat felt strange, but I had tea and honey and a vitamin pill and it felt better.
About an hour ago it got worse. Right now I cannot swallow. I get a strep throat once a year, and it looks like I am due.
On top of that, the crash, from the happiness. it is only ten pm (do you know where your children are?) and it's the dark night of the soul, Churchill's black dog has me in it's incisors and his holding me down fast.
I had a post to put up for today. It needs a final proof for content and spelling
I don't have the energy to do it. I just want to go to bed and sleep like Sleeping Beauty.
Oh well. In the immortal words of Scarlet O'Hara, "Tomorrow is another day"