I don’t feel well. I have been dissociative, spacey, and dizzy all evening. There’s a sense of urgency to write, and I can’t escape it. I must, I must, I must eject what’s in this crazy, demanding head. I was anxious this morning, but I knew I would be taking my dog Maybelline for a […]
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If the Truth Were Told
I even said a prayer before my session with Therapist today and asked God that I not be so guarded and to help me be open to change. But what transpired between me and Therapist was more than I bargained for, and I deeply regret it. As I remember it, the discussion centered around purging […]
Read MoreEating my Silence
Suspend what you think you know, and hear everything that needs to be said, wants to be said, has to be said, but the words are eaten by silence. You don’t know with whom you are dealing. Ask no questions. p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px ‘Helvetica Neue’; color: #454545}
Read MoreFinite Capability
Depression has slammed into me today; a blanket of bruising blues. And the head hurts like fireworks exploding inside their own shells. I don’t know how this post will be accomplished. I didn’t realize the extent to which my emotions had captured me when I woke this morning until I couldn’t figure out which […]
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