I'm still here. The angst is back with a vengeance. It seems that now that the Topamax has taken away my ability to eat, I no longer have a means of soothing myself since I used food as my crutch. I feel like a baby who has lost her binky. I'm suffering from some mid-life crisis stuff and when I can write about something that doesn't make you want to ask for some cheese with my whine, I will return.