I am the life of the party, whether I am at work
or out. But, get me at home, and unless necessary, I make any excuse to stay that way, in my bed. No matter how much I mourne the loss of connection with my son and daughter this kills me the most the loss of the experience of freinds, my mother, the beach, sunsets and rises, everything I love in life but just cant seem to bare at the same time. What is this?!?!?! It hurts. But when its good, its oh so good. And confusing. And sad.