I'm a little scared to post this

Hey,

It's been an incredible two months. So much has changed. So much has happened. Hard to imagine what hasn't, save moving house. Which I may soon do.

First, I clarified my relationship with my therapist. Then began to get my act together by cleaning. Then changed psychiatrist. Then began GTD in ernest (no easy act, as you well know).

Then changed drugs. Geodone, Seroquel, Lamictal, Ativan. And may move to Abilify, and one other Clonopin (sp)?

Then things began to roll, in large part due to dumb luck.

I was unemployed, depressed, going nowhere fast (save the hospital or, shudder, the grave). Got my job on. Loving it. Great boss. Great colleagues, great... well, you name it.

Then began the hardships.

First, the crazy girl I was dating freaked when I broke it off. One month we were together. No commitment. Low key. Once, maybe twice a week. She freaked. Called me hundreds of times over 2.5 days. Unbelievable, or so I thought.

Fastforward two weeks. 33 birthday. Small, cute bar. Good food. Sister, Brother-in-law, new girl just started dating.

Well, now ex-friend shows up. Good at first. Then he unloads. Just a freaking long tirade. I don't even know what he's saying. I don't even notice when every one but me and him leave. I just put my head down, like I've passed out, hoping he'll just go away. He does, after about 5 minutes and two passes. Keep the head down for 5 more--lest we show up on the same train or something.

Well, that's over. 10 years I've known him. Inexplicable. Or, so I thought.

Fastforward to this week. What was it--Tuesday? Well, Momster calls. And if you want to know more--just look down. It's all there, posted as it was happening.

Well, one of the nicest parts of it all is writing this blog.

And looking back on this post, I'm no longer afraid.

Not bad for an anonymous coward.