Please

It hasn't rained in quite a while.

Starting to bum me out.

Everything is dusty.

Everywhere.

All over town.

We need some rain.

Please.

Paroxetine

Paroxetine.

Paroxetine keeps me home.

Keeps me from leaving my husband.

Leaving to wander the continent in an RV with my dogs and my CD's.

Paroxetine helps me keep a clean house.

Most days at least.

Paroxetine keeps me from having explosions of anger.

Anger that even though I know at the time is unjustified I am still mad.

Paroxetine keeps the obsessive thoughts at bay.

Mostly they are thoughts of how I made poor choices as a young adult.

That is what most young adults do.

Mostly.

Paroxetine helps me be grateful for insurance.

Insurance that pays for expensive meds that help me be stable and sensible.

Medications that help me see the beauty in the world.

Help me tell my loved ones how much I love them on a daily basis.

Paroxetine.

I prefer it...

Some days you want to say something.

Make a statement.

Get uninfluenced honest opinions.

Facebook is not the place for that in my opinion.

That feed is often full of insincere comments.

Support in the name of guilt.

You know what I mean.

"Well that person is an immediate family member so I HAVE to like this statement even if I have absolutely no idea what they are talking about."

No pity or guilt opinions here please.

Give it to me straight.

I can handle it and actually, it is preferred.

Thanks!

The Rain

I adore the rain.

I spent many of my infant months in my crib listening to it rain.

My family was military and we were living on a tropical island.

And it rained.

I adore the rain.