READING AND WRITING

I have to thank everyone for their reviews so far (no, I'm not left-handed). And thanks for the prayers, they helped. I seem to be lifting out of the daze of depression, albeit slowly. Picked up my Paulo Coelho book again and finally finished it. That man can write. Every single book he has ever written lifts me up and almost brings tears to my eyes. To be able to have his faith and people skills! All I can say is wow. (I just finished Like the flowing river).

The only other significant thing I did today was to go out and spend most of my pay check on bills. How utterly annoying. Why, why, why? Oh, well, I suppose I did make the debt, so I do have to pay it. Ha, and to make it easier, I bought a cd on credit...my brain doesn't function does it?

I'm sorta speechless tonight, not much to say, or rather, I have a lot on my mind but not when I'm in front of the computer...I used to keep a journal, which was basically the same as my blog. I still find it strange that I, of all people, am writing on the web where other people can read it too. Most of the time it is all the things I have trouble expressing to people in real life, or things I don't want to say out loud. My shrink should NOT read this, he'll realise that I haven't told him half of it in the past 2 years or so. Which reminds me, I should probably go and see him again sometime to give overview of how I'm doing now that I'm going off my meds. Thankfully better. Way less suicidal and not so deeply depressed. I actually see the light at the end of the tunnel (even if it might be a train).

Anyhow, I am going to crawl into bed now with the 2 schnookies (my furry friends Bonnie and Clyde, the wonderful cats), and listen to Sarah Brightman and finish my other book, A million little pieces (about addiction and rehabilitation, but very heavy).