Post-Camp Depression Disorder

Post- Camp Depression Disorder. It's a very real thing, in which someone has donated a week or more of their time to church they love greatly now must enter civilian life again, and are struggling with it.

A lot.

I am a victim of PCDD. I feel like I should be wearing a dark green t-shirt every Monday morning. I'm up by 7:00 am to ring a bell that's nowhere near me, and I miss being called mom by mouthy teenagers. I've got it bad.

I miss camp so much- it's not even a pain that I'm really aware of until I recognize what I'm missing at that moment, and it's always something about camp.

To counteract my PCDD, Josh and I went to the beach!

 And we brought his dog, Oliver as well. Isn't he adorable?

My diagnosis of PCDD is doing much better now, thanks to an incredible trip with my two favorite men- just in time too, because my last year of my undergrad studies starts tomorrow at 9 am sharp. 

Look for a more meaningful post in the next week or two, obviously this was more of a "why LeAnn has not written since camp" post than anything at all. 

Totus tuus,

LeAnn