I'm still here...

[azdesertrose]

I saw my therapist today, and she thinks that this journal is a good idea. She actually commented to a couple of my entries, I noticed, except that she doesn't want to say anything too major because of confidentiality. I can understand that, but I like that she commented that she'd seen my entries and wanted to talk about the issues I discussed. It makes me feel like maybe there is some hope for me after all, that someone can finally see into my head (the things that I hide that need to be taken out of the dark), and that maybe all these demons will finally die.

On a lighter note, my daughter had her Christmas concert at school today; she and her friend Taylor sang "Breath of Heaven" (which I sang backing vocals on during a Singing Christmas Tree when I still lived in Charleston). That is a HIDEOUSLY difficult song and they did such a good job; they had some people in the audience in tears.

I have traveled many a moonless night
Cold and weary, with a babe inside
And I wonder what I've done
Holy Father, you have come
And chosen me now
To carry your son

I am waiting in a silent prayer
I am frightened by the load I bear
In a world as cold as stone,
Must I walk this path alone?
Be with me now
Be with me now

Chorus:
Breath of heaven
Hold me together
Be forever near me
Breath of heaven
Breath of heaven
Light up my darkness
Pour over me your holiness
For you are holy

Breath of heaven

Do you wonder as you watch my face
If a wiser one one should have had my place
But I offer all I am
For the mercy of your plan
Help me be strong
Help me be
Help me

(Chorus)
(Chorus)

Breath of heaven
Breath of heaven
Breath of heaven

Gorgeous song, but HARD to sing. OMG is that sucker difficult to do.


The whole Royal T Musical Theatre troupe (of which my daughter is a founding member) sang "The 12 Groovy Days of Christmas" (which is "The 12 Days of Christmas" 1970's style and is absolutely hilarious). It was really a cute concert, and the kids did so well.

Tomorrow I have to do my daughter's hair for her, as she's my mom's "date" for her work Christmas party. She's going to look so pretty, in her green dress, and I'll make sure her hair is as elegant as the dress. Mom may be borrowing one of my velvet jackets to wear over her dress, since she doesn't really have anything to keep her shoulders warm should she need it.

I saw my psychiatric nurse practitioner yesterday, and she's taking me off the Prozac and putting me on Celexa. We shall see how that does, I suppose.

I'm starting to get tired now, so I think I'll stop.