Please folks, I know this is a loaded issue, but please no more comments suggesting Elaine cause harm to herself. And if you do go to her site, please be respectful. I don’t want to have to put all comments on moderation, and I really don’t want to have to edit any comments, but if I hear another suggestion that Elaine jump off of a high place or any references to defenestration or self-harm, I’ll get pissed myself. I like you all very, very much and I don’t want to have to be MEAN to you.
I regret the day I ever used the term “happy pills” within your hearing. You don’t know me, you don’t know my blog, Super Babymama, and you obviously don’t know about my penchant for being flippant about important matters.
This is the way I operate. This is how I navigate painful territory. I guess to make you “happy” I should have first talked about the last year I’ve lived through, starting out in intensive care in the hospital and then, oh I don’t know, finding my roommate dead in his bed of a heroin overdose, and having such severe panic attacks that I had to stop driving my car and couldn’t sleep for days on end and was snapping on everybody in snapping distance. I supposed I should have gone on at length about my year, my overwhelming fears for my Wayward Eldest Daughter’s safety and well-being. I guess you, Elaine, have a right to hear all the details of her hospitalization after being assaulted on the beach in Venice. All of this, of course, being a way of saying that yeah, Elaine, I have had serious panic attacks and stress this last year. I have been scared approximately 300 days out of 365. I have needed sleep. I have been worried about my health. I’ve been Depressed, and it hasn’t motivated me to start any revolutions or political movements or write any symphonies.
But you just cannot get over the fact that I used the term “happy pills.” It’s like an obsession with you. And you won’t stop blogging about it.
Ok Elaine, I apologize. They are not “happy pills.” In fact, the very existence of them, and my need for them, is about the unhappiest thing I can imagine. Ok, satisfied now? And if you are, then DROP IT.