During one of our journaling groups, I was asked to write about what I have gotten thus far from Princeton House (the hospital in which I spent 43 days).  At the time, I had already been there 38 days.  I think they were looking for concrete answers, but you know me, I know of no such thing. I realize when I went in I promised all my readers a day by day account of my stay, never realizing it was going to be so very long. I figured I would share some of my most memorable expe

It was a simple text, “How are you?” I wish I could answer. I’m just at a loss anymore as to how I am supposed to answer.  Certain answers come to my mind today: Crushed, Hopeless, Fatigued, Powerless, Feeling Like a Complete Failure, Hating Myself, but are these the answers anyone wants to hear to that simple question? Of course not, but I don’t have a good answer. Should I write back and say that my husband thinks I hate him? Should I say that my kids probably think I am th

The Jehovah’s showed up at my door this morning to spread the word. The door bell rang and I knew there was no hiding, as I have a huge bay window in front of my home and uncharacteristically, the blinds were open. I contemplated answering versus not answering and just decided to open the door. What did I care that I hadn’t showered in two days and was in my pajama pants and sweater without a bra? They’re non-judgmental, right? They were here to save me, to spread the good wo

This morning I was staring out the back door at the trees which have now been stripped of all their colorful leaves in preparation for a long, cold winter.  Their long, lanky limbs swayed gently in the breeze against the gray sky. I could have stared out that window all morning long if my legs would have allowed me, but I was tired and lazy, and just wanted to recline on the couch once again.  My insides mirror the trees, stripped of all their colorful characteristics.  I, to