I'm finally accepting what is apparently wrong with me. I'm having a midlife crisis. Yes, for real people. I believe I'm reluctant to say it because of the stigma it still holds in society. I didn't want to admit that I could be happy leaving my husband and jetting off to parts unknown but I would be. I’m repeatedly asking myself "Who am I?" and "Where am I going?" and “Why am I sticking around?” Among many other things I'm experiencing depression as well as a strong and very real urge to run away.
I’m deciding to take an indefinite break from blogging here to figure out what I’m going to do . Thank you for understanding.