I am grateful. This time last year I was all kinds of crazy. Not the cute crazy that actually means frazzled-but-functional and Oh-Em-Gee I’m, like, SUPER BUSY crazy…
I mean time for an intervention. Crisis. So deep into the muck I might never get out of bed ever again so you might as well take the kids and leave me forever crazy. Rage crazy. Hiding crazy. Cannot physically or mentally function like most people crazy. It was bad. Continue reading
