Back to the Bell Jar

I am too sure what is going to happen but here I am trying to find some peace. Work has been good and I have been trying hard to limit my errors. I am trying to recover from the mistakes I made over the fall. I really did not make the best impression. I am truely happy my good friend has returned from France. I feel I am turning over a new leaf cause I keep waking up everyday with new dream. Why Why...I can't get sucked back in...but last weekend was rough one, I woke sunday morning crying feeling like prisonor to my own misery. I just felt empty. "sigh" Where are my Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton diaries. Will I always be stuck in the bell jar or grow out of this.