Summer is usually the one season that I am able to pull myself together enough to pass for a normal person. I was having a great summer, seeing glimpses of my preanxiety ridden self. I actually was on stage with a band if you can believe it. Announcing them to the crowd to top it off. I felt like I was on top of the world. I could feel my courage boulster as I juggled the events at the jamboree. That was Saturday. Monday my world crashed down around me again leaving me struggling to grasp at the fragments of my life. We have had yet another life altering traumatic event occur and I am faced with having to deal with all the aftermath. How many times are we supposed to pick ourselves up and start again? Once more than we fall, as the old adage goes. Once more.......
