I love the thought, I really do. I just don't seem able to kick it. Especially on weekends. I make myself go out and do things, but then all I want is to be home, hiding. I really, truly didn't expect to be still feeling this way after this amount of time. I know there are some out there that have been fighting this battle for years. I thought I'd be able to let go or something. Detached - Yes, Letting Go - Not really.
Hate to whine, but my mind isn't staying occupied enough on weekends to banish the thoughts and memories. Not sleeping well either. Trying to stop taking stuff to sleep. Probably withdrawls.
I have no trouble counting my blessings. There are many. Just scared of the future alone, scared of the reality. Not pleasant, but factual.
