clenched teeth

the thought is on my mind, all the time. i'm no longer my Master's slave. i miss him very much and there's sadness in the idea that i must get used to his absence. i've been in this situation before. somebody goes and you have to find the energy to pull yourself up, start again, look ahead. As a depressive personality with a psychotherapist and a box of antidepressants in my night-stand i can't claim that this is generally an easy task for me but, like a trip to the dentist, sooner or later it's something you have to go through.