So I've been in a funk lately. This never-ending cold has kept me out of the gym for about three weeks, and if I'm going to stay off the Lex, I have to make some serotonin the old fashioned way. I'm a little slow on the uptake, but it finally dawned on me yesterday that maybe the reason I've been feeling like I can't breathe is because I haven't had a decent work out in ages. So I beat myself up at the gym for a while yesterday, repeated that this morning, and already am feeling better. Now, if I can just kick whatever this thing is (latest theory is allergies - apparently swollen, pale nasal passages means allergic reaction, swollen and pink means other infection), I'd be doing great.

In other news, therapy is going really well, if a bit rough. Funny how post-epiphany the thing about which you had such a startling realization begins to seem so obvious. Anyway, the short version is, apparently I've been dragging around a lot of family issues that I thought I had put away years ago. Now I'm trying to figure out if there's a way to really put them down for good that doesn't involve a painful conversation with the parents. Maybe if I keep writing down the hypothetical conversation, and make some more progress on imagining what they would say...