Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?Where is the helm and the hauberk and the bright hair flowing?Where is the hand on the harp-string, and the red fire glowing?Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning?Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
It's over. I started to become depressed. I went back on Lamictal 4 days ago.
Now I'm manic.
So the box of Lamictal is in the closet now, and I have no way to combat this.
I said very ugly things to Rich tonight.
This afternoon our kid yelled at us because we were raising our voices at each other. Awesome.