Interesting.
Yet, I have taken responsibility for my choices, mistakes, and consequences. I never once blamed any of the adoption hoopla on anyone but myself. It was all my fault, no one else's. I've always been a big proponent of taking responsibility for what you've done.
And the thing is, I will function at normal for quite some time. I haven't had a seriously sad pitfall like this for probably four months at this point. In that time I started working at my dream job, was in my best friend's wedding, have all but walked down the aisle of my own, and a slew of other minor to major accomplishments. But something will happen, a trigger that I am not aware of as of yet, and I will be hit by a truck that I didn't see coming. A truck that I didn't know existed.
The book sounds interesting yet not really "on" for what keeps happening to me. I do not wallow. I accept my blame. I HATE when I feel miserable and IMMEDIATELY try to do something about it. I definitely do not have a pattern of poor choices, minus some hideous clothing mistakes.
If anything, my selection of choices has gotten better in the past year to the point where I really don't doubt when I'm making a decision. I've become much more decisive because of such. Yet, I get so sad like this. So, I don't know. I just don't make sense. I'm a completely functiona and successful human being until, WHAM!, I'm not anymore. Weird.
*shrugs* I wish Josh would come home.