Off facebook and on Neptune

So what my house is messy, it is full of love. 

Laura Arual forgets, and then is reminded in a most spectacular fashion, that she has some one who she can depend on. He is always in her corner. 

Laura Arual does not want to go to work, does not want to interact with people, does not want to venture out. She wants to sleep until she has it all figured out. 

Laura Arual almost had the puzzle back together again, and now it's not. Confidence lying scattered on the floor. Belief in pieces.

Laura Arual is thankful for you and for us. Happy thanksgiving!

Laura Arual realized tonight that it was two thanksgivings ago that she swallowed her pride and wrote him that email. She is thankful she did. 

Laura Arual lies sandwiched between a snoring dog and a snoring man. She would be blissfully content, if only she didn't have too pee. 

A drama production at work toddy. Erasing the stigma. One in 5 Canadians will suffer from mental illness at some point in their lives. A staggering statistic. Watching the play I couldn't help but think about some of my darker times. Nothing compared to what I saw in the play, but still bad enough that I could not answer the phone, vacuum the entire apartment. I felt like my entire energy store went to keeping up the facade that I was ok. I wasn't. I know that now, I think I knew that then. I have flirted with traces of that recently, but never like it was.     I thank Chris for that. The love that he gives me. The enormous tower of strength that he is. For him I can not sink as deep as I could. When he looks at me with those blue eyes so sad and worried, I am pulled back. He would do anything to keep me from sinking. He sees beyond the facade.