And no, that's not meant as sarcasm!
You'd be surprised at how rapidly life can become pleasant again, and you can start finding enjoyment in living again, once you cut dead weight people out of your life. I've been doing so since the end of April/ beginning of May, and regardless of what minor irritations happen to crop up, they aren't affecting me the way they were a few months ago.
Minor irritants have become, once again, just that... MINOR. I'm finding that I look forward to getting up in the morning again, which hasn't been the case for a few years now. I'm not waking up depressed, I'm not wanting to pull the covers over my head and hide from life, I'm not isolating myself from the better portions of humanity and hoping that it will all just go away any more.
I think I'm really liking getting ME back. The old me. The me I used to know when I looked in the mirror. And she IS back - not completely yet, but she's rushing up with a vengence, and is leaving no room for the bleh that has been going on for far too long.
Just a tad too low for comfort . . .
10 hours ago