He's back again - and me too. Like a phoenix from the flames, we both rise again from our apparent demises. Patrick, only last week, with another airing of Ghost, and me after two years of silence - I'M BACK! (Although as my last posting showed, unlike me, I guess Patrick never really went away).
No longer officially certified mad by my doctor, I am back at work and fully hurled back into the rat race, though this time perhaps with a slightly greater sense of self-preservation than before my meltdown. But the prescription for Prozac remains open, and it took two sittings (a week apart) to feel strong enough to sit through Ghost without bursting into tears every five minutes. And I still cry whenever I hear Dolly Parton sing Jolene - Bill finds this highly amuzing and likes to share it with his friends for entertainment value. I guess it is kind of strange...
So clearly official certification isn't a necessary part of being on the edge... And perhaps finding myself back here once more is an indication of a much needed safety valve to let my madness out somewhere safely... ;)
It's good to be back! Daisy x
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