I can't believe it is July. Half a year since we rang in the new year. And now summer. Though it is gloomy and misty outside.I've been doing the best I can, it's been two months since I went to Ojai, the photo on the left is the view from my dome. Ojai was five days of magic, the most needed respite from this city and into a lush and secret nirvana. I must try to remember what it was like.
My therapist keeps asking me "what makes me feel
better," and it really pisses me off. Why? Because the answer is either nothing or an honest I don't know. Friends? Reese's Peanut Butter Cups? All things miniature? Coming home to Edward and Jacob waiting for me?
I just really hope something good is waiting around the corner for me. It seems like its just been six months of torment, of disappointment and gut wrenching anxiety. Perhaps I could find an app on my iPhone 4 for that.