Um, can I get a re-write???

I say pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffft to all the haters out there, and to those of you who pretend I don't exist. Is it "pretend we don't see her and maybe she'll disappear"???? This summer hasn't been fun, really at all. I have a pre-teen who is going through wonderful, unpredictable mood swings. I am not liking my life right now. Parts of my life I can change. Others, I just have to ride out. I twisted my ankle on July 3rd. I ignored it. It didn't get better. I finally went to the orthopaedic doctor and he wiggled my foot around and told me what a bad girl I am and then said I have to wear a brace for six weeks to allow the grade (or is it level) 2 sprain to heal. I hate asking for help, can you tell? Yesterday, I went for another sleep study. They wanted to try out a CPAP on me. It was HORRIBLE! I slept for maybe 2 hours and after that I was screwed. They even tried a different mask type and finally at 4am, they cut me loose because they knew how misera...

I think this year just might be the year for me to realize that I don't have to fight all the time... Well, DUH, Mary Beth, who the hell wants to fight all the time?! Rewind! The short version is: I spent a majority of my life (at least the first 25-30 years) fighting for my life. It sounds so dramatic, but that's exactly what I did. I'm sure as I get more into this blogging thing, I will elaborate. Hopefully, you can trust me... for now. Now that I'm 40, a "grown up" (that's what they tell me), I am realizing that I do NOT have to justify my every action, choice, opinion I have. I am ME! For you "normal" folks, that's probably a given. But for me, not so much. I think my next post will be a compilation of phrases heard throughout my childhood and early adulthood (and even into my 30s). Maybe that will put things into perspective. So, what the hell is refreshing about that, MB? Okay, so I have a therapist. SHOCKER! I wasn't seeing her for...