Thanks...

To all who have shown support for me. I've made it through the past few days, with very few problems. "Emma" is still slipping in and out. My heart is breaking, but I realize that it's part of her illness. This is something you have to accept when you're in the healthcare field, especially mental health. I'm taking things day by day, that's all I can do.

It's been quite some time since Bobby and I have been able to really sit down and talk. He's been going through so much- work, his mother, internal demons. My best friend, so close, yet, so distant. I worry about him constantly, yet- there's something else I can't change. There's no use in dwelling on something I cannot change. He knows I'm always here for him, and will be, no matter what.

I got out tonight for the first time in awhile. I went to a bar with Susan and Maria. It had been quite awhile since we've enjoyed a girl's night out. After a few drinks, and some light-hearted stories, I felt much better about things. I didn't realize just how therapeutic socialization can be. Being a hermit is good on occasion, but nothing replaces the quality time spent with friends.