The best way to find myself...

I was on the phone with Christine a little while ago, and though she'd probably not allow me liberty to reveal the nature of our conversation, I had to make a mental note that I seemed to be in-the-moment and able to offer her loving, logical, practical advice.

That being said, I am also aware I may be experiencing delusions of grandeur. I hope not, but only Christine and time will tell.

I think I'm still experiencing a mixed episode. Last night I couldn't catch any of my racing thoughts. The state in which I was writing that post wouldn't have allowed me to parent the way I was able tonight. Less tearful, but I think that's just because I have limited my exposure to things emotional. Except for talking to my mother.

We talked about how hard it is for her to understand the nature of this condition. And I imagined Christine trying to explain something like this to me and me not understanding...and so on...and so on...tears...weeping...

So far, it has been the only tearful episode today. I will avoid wimp.com and youtube for the rest of the evening.

Stacey has called on me for assistance tomorrow. What a blessing and honor to be able to help. It's true—the best way for me to wane pitiful is to be of service to others.  And to get out of myself.

Today: I felt useful.