I've got no choice really, unless I want to spend the next several years hiding from it.
But I want to do that grieving while still not letting it throw a wet blanket over the rest of my life. And I think I'm doing okay at that. Either that or the meds are damping it down for me and I still wouldn't have a clue how to deal with it directly. I'm not in any hurry to find out which. But I'm not really afraid to think about it right now, so I figure I'm doing well enough.
Last edited by Crazy Eddie; 10/03/0701:37 AM.
a fine and enviable madness, this delusion that all questions have answers, and nothing is beyond the reach of a strong left arm.