Crazy

When I moved to Philadelphia a year and a half ago, I went a little crazy. It's to be expected, I think, considering all the changes.

I think part of the reason I have had a hard time continuing to write on this blog is that for a while, things were so upside down in my brain that I couldn't write about them intelligently, and now that things are better, I feel like there isn't a good bridge between who I was then and who I am now.

And I'm not sure if it's possible or worthwhile to revisit that time to take some of my old readers through all the mess to better understand me now. So I'm sorta stuck there.

But I will say this: therapy helps. I have always thought that just about everyone could benefit from a little therapy, and now I know that at least I benefit from therapy.

Also, it helps to have a good job that I like, a good marriage to a good man, and a mostly good dog.