It seems so undoable to have to move in 14 days. I am starting to fill totes but still, dang, its overwhelming. I must march on though.

It has been a rough coupla months. Dealing with my own bad chemicals and trying to be the best Mom I can be. I feel the distance in my daughter. I am so tired of taking medicine. Each morning I have to ready myself for the pill onslaught. 3 pills for depression, one birth control, and a anti anxiety med. That said, Ive weaned myself off 2 meds in the past 6 months. Less IS more!

I have a typewriter on my arm and the word 'Write' below it. The word is in my own handwriting. I should look at it to get motivated. Writers write. It is that simple. Making my dream of writing a good book is within reach. Just need to get past all the emotional baggage that keeps me from it.