Okay so here's the deal. I'm not sure about saying this out loud to the whole internet, but here goes:
you've heard about the foot, and the leg, and the pain, and the medical leave; now its time to hear about Bored Housewife's little nutty. Or big nutty. Big BIG nutty. If I were a celebrity, which I am decidedly not (no thanks to you,) I would probably have my PR person tell TMZ that I've been checked in to Promises Malibu for "exhaustion." But here in Bored Housewife Land, I am my own publicist, and the only place I've checked into is my bed.
Yes, its true. My pain lapsed into anxiety which dipped deeply into depression accompanied by more anxiety, debilitating anxiety, and this all lead to doctors and drugs and - oh my poor husband. I have sought the assistance of medicine, both eastern and western, energy healing, guided meditation, anything to get myself back, and slowly - excruciatingly slowly - I am coming back.
Today is the first day that I have felt like writing. I have gone almost 24 hours without a crippling anxiety attack, I have not taken an ativan today, and I made my own lunch, which involved turning on the stove and using a can opener. This may not seem like a lot, but it is a god damn miracle for me right now. Also, in case you were wondering, I am bathing and washing my hair, but my legs haven't been shaved in weeks, and my fingernails are luxuriously long from not doing anything but pulling the covers over my head.
So, now you know. If a I disappear for a while, it is because "I" have disappeared for a while; if you know what I mean.
But I'm fairly crazy, so what do I know?