Home again

Did you miss me? No, probably not, but to be honest, I didn't miss this blog either. I was in Spain. That should be enough of an explaination, but if it isn't please see, i.e. Granada, Sevilla, Rota, Chorizo, Sherry, Madrid, etc... That should clear things up.

I have more to write, but for the time being I just want you all to know that just a few years ago, I was seriously wondering how I would ever finish up this life. I was alone, and lost and felt crazy and tormented. I could not even have a phone conversation with my best friends my mind was such a mess. I shook, I trembled, I had migraines, and thought abnormalities. The idea of travel was impossible. I could barely walk a flight of stairs without collapsing from exhuastion.

Well, I went to Spain, I ate and I drank. I ate handfuls of pills serripticiously, and I went dancing, and I spent time with strangers and laughed and joked and felt fine through it all. You all will too. Its out there for you.

[This ray of sunshine is brought to you from the Dont-Give-Up campaing for mental health].

W.