First Night in LBI

I'm due to write again but I don't know what to write about. We just got to our house on LBI and I'm already having a rough time. Way to go, me... Last year was probably the last time that I was completely happy and content with myself and my situation. 

Coming back to this house bombarded me with overwhelming amounts of memories and emotions that I wasn't ready to revisit. I walked up the stairs and it took all of what I had to hold myself together as I passed the bedroom that I slept in last year. 

When everyone settled down and got ready to take the babies into town I found  the time to completely poop on my own party and shut the world out. I want to thank my family for dealing with my crazy and accepting that I am the epitome of anxiety and depression. Thanks for letting me recoup and walk around silently until i can function again.

Happy Memorial Day weekend!