I have to say, I enjoy my anonymity at the moment.  I can come here and post whatever I want and not worry about the prying eyes and plentiful opinions of people who know me.  The charm to this is that I can get through whatever I am going through without a mountainous load of opinions.  That’s why I started this blog.  I want to grab whatever peace and quiet I can so that I can figure out how to get better.

Yes.  Opinions are plentiful in my life.  I get lots of opinions and “how to” hints from my family and even hubb’s family (every once in awhile).  It’s not the opinions that bother me persay, it’s the judgment behind those opinions.  Because you know… someone somewhere thinks i’m fucking nuts or lazy or both.

I don’t think i’m screwed up.  Truth be told, I think I have a lot of things that go through my mind on a daily basis because I have nothing better to think about.  I’m just a depressed pregnant woman who is looking for some relief.  In any case, this is nothing that happy pills and consistency cannot solve.  Though don’t tell me to start “positive thinking”.  My mother in law told me this the other day and I looked at her like she was nuts.  This coming froma woman who was on depression meds about 5 years ago.

On good days, I can think positive (to a point…because something is always a little gray even on those days).  On bad days, forget it.  Positive thinking on a bad day is like a poor person wishing for a million dollars… it’s only something to think about but not something that will actually happen.

I like the fact that I have this “anonymous” blog.  It makes me feel a little less open to the public.  Sure, if someone (or a bunch of people) start reading this thing, then i’ll be open to public opinion.  Let’s face it though… if that would happen, I would still remain anonymous.