A week

One of the interesting things about this experience, is that I can still feel my tendencies in times of stress. When anxious, I talk. A lot. I talk about me. A lot. I dont mean to do it, but I just ramble on and on. Sometimes I can calm out of that. More often, someone can help me calm out of that. Sometimes, I just hope I dont offend anyone by snaking thier spotlight, which should rightfully shine on them.

The point is that the illness being gone has not resolved me. It has not made me less, or more, me. Just got out of the way.

Its been a week. I am under heavy stress preparing for the Bar exam. My throught is rough and my voice is ripped up from the tension. My eyes are blurry and I have a tension that does not quit. All perfectly normal, and perfectly familiar. But still, through it all, the wellness persists.

Thats it. J is here visiting from Boston. That should be tough to balance, but its not. I can handle things now. And she is super cool, and tolerant, which is why we are friends. The trick to being my friend is often being tolerant of the rough parts to get to the amazing parts that make me worth it. I am working on the rough parts. Hey, arent we all?

GB