Or are incomes too damn low?
Monday, May 17, 2010
The Plague Year
In making some choices to speak up and claim parts of myself, I've lost a couple of friends. Just recently, another seems to have rebuffed me, although I haven't tried to find out why. For the most part, I've probably been a distant friend this year, absorbed in family events and trauma, sunk in a wordless place when I was confined to quarters for two months, traveling, watching Angry Fat Girls tank, and getting abstinent, which always makes me go underground with civilians. If my illusiveness has caused more rupture in my friendships, I'm sorry. But it was, on the whole, a year in which I had to put the oxygen mask on myself first.
For the last five weeks I've struggled against my anxiety to get anything done. While I was in relapse, I had occasional hard work days because if I didn't do something, I'd feel so miserable that I'd want to die. Without sugar, I've been feeling what's going on. Not much is happening in my life to blog about because that's what I've been doing: feeling. Therapy has been like boot camp and I joked on Facebook one day that I think I need a therapist to talk to about therapy. There and in my step work, I'm facing some demons. There are days when I just go to bed after crying through an assignment or therapy session.
All of this is by way of saying I'm sorry to anyone and everyone who reads this and who has felt slighted by me. I've been curled up in a very tight ball. My life is about to blasted open if we come to an agreement with Berkley about the next book. I'm going to have to go on about a hundred first dates and write about them. Am I ready? I don't know. You can find out by going to my new blog, "Assholes in the Headlights," which I should have started yesterday.
My blogs: sheesh. I blog about food/addiction/depression at Psychology Today, snarky dating experienced at Headlights, about publishing on my website, and about my other stuff here. I feel fragmented but somehow, also, that any other blog needed to wait until I could write this.
So I'll see you around the Web, and I'll see you in Starbucks. I'll be the large woman having a stilted conversation about what the guy opposite me does for a living.
And I'll try to come up with events to report here on as regular a basis as possible.