I’ll freely admit that the last couple of weeks have been fairly rough.

In short, the doctor doubled by prozac because I’m showing eating disorder and other types of behaviors.

Jason, the boyfriend, is staying this month… so far, so good… but it’s still be very odd and a little difficult.  I haven’t seen him since April and we’ve each changed –a lot — since then.

I’ve been physically ill… something I haven’t been in ages…

But, you know what, all of this is just drama.  In the end, it doesn’t matter, does it?  I’m here with my family.  Not living financially comfortable, but getting by.

Heck, women have been giving birth on this day in very unsanitary places and they didn’t complain.  Least, not that we know of.

I should just be satisfied.. not happy.. but at least c0ntent.

Happy holidays.