I’m alive. Life is crazy.
I’m grieving. My best friend of 20+ years lost her two year battle with cancer. It breaks my heart that I couldn’t be there to attend her funeral. I know she would understand. She lives on in my memories and my teaching. She was a 12 year elementary school teacher and she taught me much of what I know, including my teacher voice. I smile a little bit when I have to be stern with my students because that’s M coming out.
Apparently the political situation here isn’t all that great. Wonderful. Just wonderful. I went downtown last weekend and when I came out of Lotte Department Store there was literally 100 cops in riot gear standing there. I had to walk through them. That was scary. I think that’s the first time I’ve ever really been scared over here.
Found myself a p-doc. He actually speaks good English and happens to be a psychologist as well. Not that I’m planning to do any sort of therapy with him. I’m not at a point where I want to tackle that, especially with an older man. He has me on Lexapro, Nortriptyline and Klonopin. It’s helping a lot. I’ve definitely seen an improvement in my mood. And strangely enough, when I had my thyroid checked, I turned out to be hyperthyroid. Definitely surprised the GP. Treating it has made a slight bit of difference in how I feel, but I think treating the depression is having a bigger impact.
That’s all.
Laters!
From Darkness to Light 
Good to hear from you again, and glad you’re getting some handles on the issues, even as new ones get tossed your way.