Since my diagnosis, life has gotten a lot easier. When I feel the blues taking hold I don’t need Prozac, I need Paris and my mind takes me there. I become light as a feather and I find myself able to nibble a bit of cheese without guilt and a glass of good burgundy makes me almost giddy!
It was 16 years ago when I took myself on a solo trip to Paris. The month was July and the occasion was my birthday. This trip was to have been with my then-boyfriend but he had a pattern of dropping out of planned vacations at the last minute.
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