The period between Thanksgiving and the New Year is the worst time of the year for me. Everything seems geared to “family.” My lifeline, “my medicine,” my therapy has been my family on Ancestry. I’m slowly, very slowly, beginning to do the necessary chores around my apartment. Yesterday, I went to the dining room for all three meals. I had skipped so many days…, so many meals. Today, I’ll do laundry, and wash a few dishes. Just thought the reader would like to know that I’m climbing out of the black hole…
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