[Shawnee123]

I had an exceptionally crappy year. Sorry to say it, but it's true. My road to financial security, a road I'd worked so hard to begin to travel, was beset on all sides by snipers. I got pretty new teeth, but the setback is still haunting me. My dentist died, so maybe he is haunting me too.

Diagnosed with anxiety to go along with my depression: helpful to have some help in that arena but certainly not what I'd hoped for my life.

My 97 year old grandmother passed away, the last of my grandparents.

And I turned 46. Somehow turning the corner from 45 to 46 brought on waves of crisiness, and I found myself asking myself "what the hell is my purpose on this earth, except to be some sort of burden to a multitude of folks?"

However, I have high hopes. I can still dig myself out of this hole, and I have a lot of livin' yet to do.

The best thing: I find I am loved for who I am. Not who I think I should be or who I want to be, but for exactly who I am. This is the best we can hope for on this earth.