I dreamt that I went with Sushi to her family reunion. Why she'd pick me to go with her, I haven't a clue. :) But everyone was quite friendly to us (which shouldn't seem surprising, as it was purportedly a family reunion; shouldn't they want to see the other parts of the family?) and we sat around a card table talking with her three sisters, who all looked exactly like her, were highly energetic and extremely funny. We laughed quite a bit! And then I thought, no, I'm not at Sushi's family reunion, Sushi and I are with Suz at hers and her sister looks exactly like her. And I kept staring at her, trying to remember why that seemed wrong to me because even in my dream, I knew that Cathy doesn't look like Suz.

Some days are very good and I am at peace with all the things I must do and all the things I must let go of and move past. Some days there isn't enough time to think about things that I'd like to think about. Some days are filled with anger, remorse, guilt, fury and despair. I wonder what it must be like to wake up each day and know that it will be the same as the day before. Is that comforting? Or frightening?

Now that folks speak openly about taking medications like Prozac, I've run into several who, without prompting, mention how it made them feel. Everything was the same. Nothing bothered them. Nothing made them ecstatic. They say they felt numb and detached and ultimately stopped taking the medication because it was such an odd feeling, to not feel. I can't imagine not caring about everything, worrying, fretting, laughing out loud. Is the alternative to life being numb? Why would anyone choose to live that way?

I dreamt that I went with Sushi to her family reunion. Why she'd pick me to go with her, I haven't a clue. :) But everyone was quite friendly to us (which shouldn't seem surprising, as it was purportedly a family reunion; shouldn't they want to see the other parts of the family?) and we sat around a card table talking with her three sisters, who all looked exactly like her, were highly energetic and extremely funny. We laughed quite a bit! And then I thought, no, I'm not at Sushi's family reunion, Sushi and I are with Suz at hers and her sister looks exactly like her. And I kept staring at her, trying to remember why that seemed wrong to me because even in my dream, I knew that Cathy doesn't look like Suz.

Some days are very good and I am at peace with all the things I must do and all the things I must let go of and move past. Some days there isn't enough time to think about things that I'd like to think about. Some days are filled with anger, remorse, guilt, fury and despair. I wonder what it must be like to wake up each day and know that it will be the same as the day before. Is that comforting? Or frightening?

Now that folks speak openly about taking medications like Prozac, I've run into several who, without prompting, mention how it made them feel. Everything was the same. Nothing bothered them. Nothing made them ecstatic. They say they felt numb and detached and ultimately stopped taking the medication because it was such an odd feeling, to not feel. I can't imagine not caring about everything, worrying, fretting, laughing out loud. Is the alternative to life being numb? Why would anyone choose to live that way?