Yes, I am alive.

Major mental breakdown this week. MS exacerbation on top of it. It hasn't been pretty around here. Today I crawled out of the bed for a shower in I won't tell you how long and I am fighting like hell not to crawl back into it.

It's either Sadness or Euphoria.

I'm having a very Bipolar (or so I'm told) day. Just want to find my own little cubbie to crawl into.

No words today.

Grandpa & Bubba taking a nap together. I'm picking him up in the morning and keeping him for the day. Catherine comes to help me whenever I do this because I can't handle him on my own. He's much to active for me.

In other news....I am not doing well. Depression has a hold on me and it's all I can do to get out of the bed in the mornings. I'm sleeping a lot and getting nothing done around here. I hate this. I feel so weak. I just keep telling myself that this too shall pass. I don't want to feel like this anymore. I'm tired of crying. Sigh.