Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Solitary Confinement

Had it not been for hubby, I think I’ll lose it. My sanity, that is.

I have these depressive episodes for no apparent reason. It started when I was five. To be honest, I haven’t given it too much thought until just recently. You see, hubby graduated with a degree in Psychology, had a brief stint as a teacher for special kiddos with learning difficulties. Don’t laugh now I’m not that insane, neither with ADD. :P

While we were on our way home, hubby blurted out something out of context.

my birthday flowers from mom :)
T: I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s not right.

Can you guess what other words he had blurted out? It seems that hubby dearest has been running a psychological evaluation of some sort on me. This is just a phase. It’ll be over soon.

Thank you, Tatay, for making it easier for me. I know the universe has conspired for us to be together and I am forever in debt.


  1. solitary confinement is da bomb... especially when traveling. if you got some time off mom duties, go somewhere by yourself or a friend or a stranger (it would be better if it's somewhere verrry distant from everyone and everything else!). that's how i treat my manic depressions :)


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