This spring flew by, i stayed busy with work, worry, my two prayer groups at church. Home family and friends were taking a beating; and so was i. At work things were down to zero and sinking fast. The last week of February was extremely traumatic but when dealing with trauma most people just plow thru. The weather was dismal cold and bleak, too cold to play outside and although it was March and technically spring, i went into hibernation mode. Work, eat, sleep, work, eat, sleep, this went on thru March and into April. The weather began to break but i was still feeling lousy. On a visit to Karen's her husband(my man Geno) says "Wow you look sad." Off to the doctor i go. "You're not sick, you're depressed." said the Doctor. Off to the therapist i go seeking a pharmaceutical cure. "You need out patient intensive therapy not medication."
said the therapist. i leave there cursing the therapist, drive home, call Karen hysterical.
She calms me down, gets the facts and calmly says, "this could be a good thing." Sniffling, i call Maria, tell her the story and she says, "hey go for it." Great, my worst fear has come true, i'm crazy and i need help from a mental institution. Someone told me this was satan talking so i go bother yet another group of great friends, Letitia and Maggie from from my prayer group. "Get the therapy", they say after reassuring me that
a. it's not satan b. i'm not crazy and c. God can use other people to heal us. So i call and say sign me up. The weather lifts, my spirt lifts, one of the prayer groups end, kids graduate and i graduate out of the therapy group. Was any of this easy? NO. How do I thank these good friends. Summer's here! My annual (sic) Fourth of July barbecue.
Photographs to follow.
