Hello To All Of You Wierd And Wonderful Fellow Supernatural Seekers,
Sorry if this is long, but I need to talk, take it or leave it.
I have been going through another major battle for my health and sanity.
I have been so overwhelmed by crap, that I did not have the energy for anything extra.
Because of an ongoing illness-from-hell called Fibromyalgia, that is turning into Rheumatoid arthritis and a variety of disabling physical problems- (no cancer this time, though...thank God!), I have naturally battled depression and anxiety, (mostly from financial difficulties), as well. I decided to try the advice of a "Medication Expert" that I was sent to, and went on a new drug that was supposed to help reduce my level of pain, allow me to sleep restfully, calm my anxiety, lift my depression, and even allow my creativity to come back so I could get back to creating music that didn't sound like it was meant for funerals. Well...I had a bad chemical reaction to the medication, and my depression plummeted to depths I did not know I was capable of sinking to. Needless to say, after a brief visit to the hospital, I am now going through carefully tapering back off the medication, and all of the painful, horrible withdrawl effects of doing so. I will now deal with my issues Naturpathically, and remain among the Living.
I thought I would wait until I was feeling alot better, before I got back to enjoying spending time on this, and other sites, and the friendships I knew and loved. Silly me! I have decided I needed the entertainment, humor, sarcasm and distraction NOW, and that it was a bad, chemically-induced decision to think differently.
Oh, please don't think I was completely creatively disabled...I'd have to be in a coma for that to happen. Before the medication incident was as it's worst, my teenagers were being stuck up, so I decided to allow them to think I wanted to join a group of loud-bellowing, grog-slopping, authentically dressed Pirates, here in Portland, Oregon. Hehe. I laid out my thigh-high, black leather boots. I had someone design me a large tattoo with Johnny Depp/ Pirate Jack, that I printed out and left on the kitchen table, saying I was getting it put on my chest. I would happen to be shopping for pirate clothes, whenever they tried to read what I was doing on the computer, over my shoulder. I was asking opinions on a bandana verses a whole, huge Pirate Captain hat. I would break into Pirate talk, frequently in mid-sentence, and loud obnoxious laughter, and many other things that had my daughter red-faced and saying, "OH my God! Moth-er you are SO embarrassing!", "We are going to disown you!", etc...
AAArg, me Mateys it was, indeed, entertaining for several weeks.
Dark Knight, your sweet encouragement helped sustain my strength. You are wise beyond your young years, dear friend.
Anvil, I am thankful I had your loving, peaceful cleansing before I went through this crap. Thank you, again!
Coldethyl and Bella, and all other fellow lady warriors and lovers of sarcasm, I missed your humor much!
So, ta dah, I'm back.
BUT, I am still, really tired of orb pictures- real or not.
Love, Lady W.
