Six Hours
That’s how long my peace of mind lasted after I returned from my 36-hour retreat. I sent G. Grod out to a movie with a friend, and had to call him at 5 p.m. to urge him home. Guppy and Drake’s needs were so enormous that I eventually wilted. My struggle with depression and anxiety continues, obviously. The good news is that I can be happy, rested, and balanced when I’m apart from my family, though I’ve still got a ways to go before I can do, and be, those things at home.