Well, with all of my "mojo," I woke up again sweaty and nervous and nauseous. Somehow in my sleep, I think I dream about and start devising how to just make this all better. My kids need their dad...and again, I wondered, shouldn't someone point out the suffering he is causing them?
Back on the horse. Get my head screwed on straight and do my day. I'll pull it together.
And, sadly, Nicole, as the last part expresses, I never seem to have purged enough...
I'll be back with something positive after I shake off my funk and take a shower.
