Thanksgiving

I am thankful beyond words for Queenie and her Prince.  I can't imagine where I would be (or if I would be) without them.  I think the number one thing I can do for them is to work on my recovery.  This blog is a part of the process.  It is a place where I try to be brutally honest with myself.

I can feel the cold fingers of depression wrapping themselves around my soul.  I have a strong desire to stay at home today, curled up on the couch in may pajamas, watching parades, dog shows, and football.  It would feel delicious.  Not much else feels appealing.

But, I'm wrapping up this blog, getting in the shower, and going off to Thanksgiving dinners.  I need them more than they need me.