I have started the process of chopping down my dead garden.

Apparently, my mind thinks it’s therapeutic. (My heart disagrees.)

Well, whatever the reason, I’m sleeping through the night now. I’m not popping my Prozac until dawn (a hardy improvement over 2am medicating.) And my nightmares are noticeably less ‘marish.’

While I greatly appreciate the boost to my head game, my big lug of a heart could sure use a break.

Until tomorrow…


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