Charlene sent me an e-mail this morning asking if I’m ok, since I haven’t posted in a while.
I’m really not sure how to answer that. I’m not ill, other than allergies and that is nothing new. I have a nasty fever blister on my lip – therefore I can’t kiss all the men I know (as if I do anyway).
When I was a little girl I learned how to emotionally shut out the unpleasantness. When I became a teenager and young adult, I drank it out of existance. I must be going through my second childhood.
I was told I could use those survival tools, just as long as I didn’t stay there too long. I must be able, at some point, to face whatever is going on in my life and deal with it. Right now there is just too much. Blech.