One is mostly done and the other half done, but my eyes are literally burning from crying--as it is apparently now tradition that my mom reduces me to tears the night before my birthday--and having acidic toxins in your body makes saline really, really burn.  Sweat, too, but then, that's part of one of the lyme blog-a-thon posts, so I'll leave that topic for later.

Three posts tomorrow, then:

- Pills and Pill Fatigue
- Effects on the Body and Body Image as a Result
- Where there is life, there is hope.  And that's why each year on my birthday I blow out a candle instead of swallowing pills and vodka and letting it all drift away for good.  Because even if the only result of all of this, in the end, is that I fought until the end and lived the best life I could, forgave those who hurt me and was always wiling to talk to them over the pain caused by one or the other or both of us, whether they were willing to or not themselves, well--if, in the end, that's all there really is?  That's far from nothing.  That might be just about everything, really.  Or, rather, almost everything.  Not quite the whole and all--but the best attempt that a flawed but fighting human woman managed to make out of her life.  And that's, at least, enough.

So say we all.