I'm doing fairly well this morning mentally. Physically I am without any real health problems. My life isn't where I would like it to be, but there are many people out there who are facing the same obstacles that I am facing. I'm not alone in that respect.
I don't have much to say, but I just thought I would write something here to let my family know that I am still alive, but not so well. I'm not sick as I said in paragraph one, just not quite right yet. I'm still lost after the death of Jimmy, and I still haven't found my way and I guess that is why nothing seems to work for me. I don't know how to fix things and make things right again, but maybe I can't ever make things right. Everyone who has been through such an ordeal tells me that I will always feel this way and that I will just eventually learn to live with it, or to deal with it. There is no magic pill that will make everything alright.