I am having a very difficult time organizing my thoughts right now. I feel OK most of the time, yet the words are not coming together. Is it because I feel pressure to stop being and jump back on the treadmill... because my medications alone will be costing us nearly $200 a month. That is not counting my therapist and psychiatrist and regular doctor nor the fuel to drive 40 minutes to get to them. Good I said it. I feel better now. It can always be worse. I so know that. I have been in worse situations, ones that I feared for my life, feared for my sanity. They tell me I am damaged but not insane. I would get more help if I was insane, but we don't really wanna go there. Bad humor, I know. Sometimes it is the only thing that helps. So lets find some humor, bad or otherwise.