Today is the first day that I have been left alone in years [seriously].
DJ went to the Library [Downtown], and our Son is at School [which is a block away].
I am here with the Ratdog, and my thoughts.
It's kind of strange, the House is so quiet, I have done all my chores so everything is neat & orderly, the dryer is going....and I am alone.
I know it doesn't seem like a big deal, but it is to me. Since my big manic nervous breakdown [and Bipolar 1 Dx] I have never been alone. They all made sure of that. At that time, our son was just 2 yrs.old.....so I was always with him and our dogs [we had older dogs when our Son was little, they died of old age and one passed in Costa Rica because he ate a poison frog

]. DJ worked as a Chef, but he left his position and started working from home to keep an eye on me and help with the Kid, because I was soooo dopey from my Meds. Then in Costa Rica we had a Casera who did the housework and helped me as well. I was never alone.
Even here, DJ & our Son are always around. Our son goes to School, but DJ works from home. Whenever I go out, it's usually with the both of them or one of them.
So, today I have been left alone. I feel proud of myself......and a little anxious.

I know I am OK, but I feel weird.