The snafu with being such a passionate, emotional son-of-a-gun is that I feel the pains as potently as I feel the joys. The losses move me as deeply as the exciting beginnings. But the intensity I feel in the throws of depression also translate into times of intense love, pleasure and hope. I don't regret moving down here and loving so deeply. I am honestly a better person thanks to this special person I moved to be with. Now I'll move into yet another chapter of my life and look for the blessings that brings. This isn't me trying to find some silver lining on a dank, dreary cloud, but an appreciation of what was gained in the midst of mourning what is lost.
This therapy moment was brought to you by the letter A and the number 352,461.
| June 1, 2006 12:29pm | 
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Hmm, I thought it would have been the number 893. Go figure.
joat | June 3, 2006 1:22AM