i try to focus on things. then i get depressed or frustrated because things are missing from my mind. so i spend a lot of time shrugging and saying that i don't care. and i pretty much don't.
this didn't happen all at once with the ECT. november 7, the day that henry died, is when i really started falling apart. and though i'm mostly zen with it all now, it remains a marking post. and i'm not getting better.
once we get insurance again, i will be going to therapy finally. and maybe that will help. actually, i think it will help a lot. i agree with my shrink that medication is not the entire answer.
i got an inquiry about one of my photo charm bracelets, i think i may sell it. then i can work with the clay and the photos and such. i'm looking forward to that. maybe i should pull my jewelry stuff out and make some things. maybe that would make me feel better.