The fog has officially lifted - whew. A fog is really what it was like... I could feel it descending, at its worst I couldn't see a thing beyond my own misery and pain (selfish. selfish. selfish.) and now, little by little, it has lifted. The world is in focus again and I realized I managed to put on quite a bit of weight in my two week fog. Lovely.

I've been stressed again the past couple days. It's like I'm either down and out emotionally or I'm totally keyed up and fighting off this stress and I have no idea why it's plaguing me. I feel like I'm on the brink of figuring this out, though. I'm learning the patterns my moods go in. I'm learning what's effective (and what's not). I'm going to beat this. I will. Oh, and I'm sure having mini-marathons of 24 helps my stress level a ton - it's such a nice, peaceful show (note sarcasm). ;-) Oh, but I do love Jack Bauer. hehe.

Anyways, don't worry about me. I'm really honestly doing pretty good at the moment (besides being really pissed off at myself for gaining this weight). Putting all my feelings into dramatic and poetic (maybe? or perhaps I should say semi-poetic? or is that giving myself too much credit?) form makes me feel better. So on one hand, it is a very real struggle for me, and on the other, this may make it seem worse than it was. So always take that into consideration as you read these entries.