An old friend needs his kidney removed and the daughter of my high school librarian’s daughter died. My supervisor’s son was gunned down a few weeks ago. I don’t why this all hit me hard. My kids also started school this week. 

August 8 marked the 3rd anniversary of being assaulted. Dance drama erupted that day as one dancer objected to an event I posted; Monday Swing night vs. the Tuesday group. So ridiculous, but I started crying and had problems during sex with my husband that night. I started helping with events as a way to get back at my old dance studio, but now I actually care about this group!

I had to take sleeping pills and my panic attack pill to get to sleep. 

But, a friend has inspired me to go back to a writer’s group I’d abandoned. So... everything is okay? Right?