In 20 days, it will be a full year since my "episode." That's what my dad calls it. Here's what I call it: nervous breakdown.
I was dealing with an atrocious amount of pressure: 60-hour work weeks, a boss who was intruding on my personal space and time, an 11-year friend and lover who had abandoned me, and a family who didn't understand at all what I was going through. To me, not so surprising that I wound up hospitalized.
Fast forward to today. Still having insomnia. But, on the whole, happy as Larry (however happy he is) (than you Eddie Izzard). Sure, money is tight and some things are awkward with the living situation. But I'm building out a business plan, working with non-profit groups I feel strongly about and generally making friends in my community.
Plus I'm going to the gym and hopefully will soon stop having bra hangover!
All this to say, I realize how far I've come. And that's why I don't hesitate to say "breakdown." I summoned my resources, I called upon the Universe, I pulled together my person army and I did what needed to be done. I can honestly say I am proud of myself.
I have no idea why I felt the need to blog this. Maybe just to see it in writing. But I'm glad it can be out there.
That is all. :-)