I know how hard it is to keep from checking these messages, even when I'm trying to stay away. I'm not looking for a response, just writing to say that I hope all is well, and that your pursuit of peace of mind is fruitful. Good luck.
I discovered you were back after I wrote that! BUT! I'm glad your feeling more like yourself. The drugs work wonders for me, personally. I think something like a nice sweat lodge or a pint of bitters or a trip to a nice museum or a bike ride helps me about as much a the old talking-cure. Plus they make for better stories and photographs.
Rain, rain, and more rain. It rained all May. The ground is saturated, there's flooding in the soybean fields, some Minneswedia farmers are having to re-plant.
Not that I'd know anything about it, being a city girl ... but all our topsoil is washing down the storm sewers, and all my grass seed was washed out into the driveway, so there's a mud puddle on the asphalt driveway that has grass sprouting in it.