After some horrible moments this year, I feel I am entering a time of stability. It's about time, too, as far as I am concerned. I have searched for a good therapist for a while now, and I think I deserve one. I also deserve to be on the other side of this menopause thing...but I am going to have to go with Nature on that one...
I am recontacting people after a period of mania, which is always interesting. The true, die-hard, Alise fans are still there, but some others are not. That works for me.
What doesn't work for me is this period of knuckle dragging after being manic for several months. I have dishes to wash, people to see, a life to enjoy, and cat boxes to empty. But here I am, writing my blog and enjoying some Harry Potter.
Don't get me wrong: I do empty the cat boxes. It's just such a chore now. It does help that I am not drinking.
I have also been withdrawing emotionally from the most important people in my life. It's time to re-open that can and see how much whoop ass emerges.