Ups and Downs in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • Aug. 27, 2008, midnight
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OK. Decision made. I’m NOT going the meds route unless (UNLESS!) I spiral into some kind of freakish depression where I don’t want to get out of bed or talk to people or if I can’t stop crying at some point or I stop trying to make myself look presentable or something.

Bottom line is, the lows feel so very, very low…but I can usually snap myself out of that state after a while. I mean, it’s hard. Every morning I do have to drag myself out of bed, where before, with EXMS, I was jumping out of bed long before dawn to get a good 5 miles in on the treadmill, take a shower, fix him a special coffee, wake him up with kisses, etc. Now, well yeah. The tears still come every morning, and usually every afternoon around a certain time, and at some point at night too. Those are the lows.

But the highs? Well, they don’t happen very often, but when they do…

Something happened that I don’t want to write about for fear of jinxing. But it’s such an amazing story that I want to write it somewhere. I wonder if I’d jinx it if I wrote a private entry?

It’s one of the highest highs I’ve felt in a long time. At least in the last few months. But see what it comes in contrast with? I think that’s why it feels so amazing and strong. It’s probably nothing, but it’s a glimmer of something that could possibly be, and its helping me to know that all is not lost just because I lost my fiance and the future we were making together.

And no, the high has nothing to do with TMG, although TMG is still on the scene…sending witty and sweet texts, keeping me smiling, taking me out to dinner and to the movies and letting me hang with his kids. I can’t imagine the place I’d be in if it weren’t for him. No, no romance, thank you.

I’ve managed to stay VERY busy lately, and that’s a good thing. I’ve been staying away from my half-empty loft…going home to feed the cat, shower, sleep, do laundry, etc. But that’s about it. I’ve found that I can schedule friends and activities every single night without any problem. I am grateful.

I even went to a new class at the gym last night, and found out that there’s a yoga class RIGHT after, so next time I can go for two hours: one hour cardio, one hour yoga. Perfect.

My friends have been pretty much at my beck and call. Again, so very grateful. Tonight I get to see the girl who set up the Napa trip as she’s in town again for her work project. Tomorrow I get to see Matt again (we are talking about making a GIANT painting for the loft—something very vibrant and colorful!!) AND I get to see Maddy, his daughter. Haven’t seen her in months and months and months. But I’m nervous because I have no plans for this holiday weekend. Must figure out something soon…

Wait! I do have a party at Marci’s.

Anyway. I guess what I’m saying is, there are things going on. I’m still extremely sad and blue, but my world is no longer completely in a shambles. And I just figured that out as I wrote this, so see? Writing DOES help, doesn’t it?

And with that, I’m off to get a little gift for my friend and a small dinner and then cocktails. Then home, glorious sleep…and another day down!


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