The rise and fall of PDI, my handfasting with Tony and already lots of signs of his depression and my bipolar disorder, neither yet diagnosed.
How the hell did we survive each other?
And yet I miss those times. Lots of people I was talking about have been lost in one way or another since then.
I read LJ still, but don't really use it much anymore. Adding a few feeds to my feedly would replace it seamlessly, really, but I still feel a nostalgic fondness for the site. Not ready to give it up yet.
And I got so angry sometimes. I have other things that worry me nowadays, but the patterns continue to cycle, I guess.
In any case,f or any still reading, I remember you, mostly, and it was a good time. Mostly.