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The fast and the furious

The meltdowns come with fast fury now.

And so we are back on the prescribed meds, we are calling therapists, we are hanging on by the skin of our teeth.

C calls it post-traumatic stress disorder--three years' worth of loss (jobs, house, beloved pets, beloved friends).

There is loss of something else, too: Hope and optimism and a desire to see what comes next.

Maybe it's just a mid-life crisis.

I don't know, but it hurts, ragged through the chest. Crying my eyes out last night, relieved the pressure just bit.

1:19 pm - 12.03.12

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