PARALYZED
The stage was set before I ever set foot in the kitchen. It's a Saturday morning. No one else is home. My oldest son is gone on a trip with friends. I overslept, being exhausted from a long week. It was a great reason to be so tired, don't get me wrong. Along with the usual daily confines of SAD, GAD, ADD, MDD, "fibro-fog", sore joints, and a torn shoulder muscle for the last two weeks - from, get this...reaching behind the couch. (That's not the good reasons) Earlier in the week, we had spent an extremely late night into the wee hours of the morning playing games with our three adult children. They all were here for our oldest son's birthday. The very first time we have enjoyed being together, at our house, in three and a half years since the death of our son, Nathanael. One small step closer to moving forward on the road of healing. The darkness has been creeping in all week. The letdown after a high. I just didn't realize it