Are We All OK Out There?

I'm alive. I've just been dealing with some personal stuff that I did not feel like sharing on my blog. I made some decisions I did not feel like sharing just now, plus some of my readers have become friends and I did not want to announce those choices online before I got a chance to talk to them. Or maybe I just didn't feel like sharing with them either now. Who knows? I read the supportive comments, the snarky "This is your fetus comments" et cetera. I read them all. I didn't have internet access for awhile so it wasn't possible for me to update this site how I wanted. Plus I was dealing with some shit that just seemed more important than keeping everyone updated on the minutia of my life.

Since childbirth has spontaneously cured me of my sexual addiction, I don't know what I will blog about. The thought of a man coming near me right now makes me want to vomit and become violent. I spent a lot of time delving into my motivations for all this sleeping around and I still don't have all the answers. But I do know I don't want to be touched. I have a lot of time on my hand healing from my various surgeries and disabilities incurred giving birth (not sharing don't ask), so I'll try to keep this updated more often. Near death experiences have a way of making you appreciate life more, and if you let it can make you more conscious in your life and aware.