June 11, 2015
I’ve spent a lot of time on this blog talking about how dating makes me crazy, my mental illness recovery notwithstanding. I dislike the putting yourself out there. The waiting. The wondering. Still, I’m not content to spend the rest of my life alone, so I have to do something to meet and engage with actual humans. And I’ve actually met one. Interestingly enough, how I’m handling this connection has told me a great deal about the progress of my mental illness recovery.