I can't believe I slept through Carla B. Somehow though, I knew that if I acceded to my mom's requests and went home I would go crazy again. I feel totally crazy now, like barely avoiding punching myself already dozens of times this morning and not having any way to vent I don't want to die or sleep I want to go back in time I want to go back in ( Read more... )

installing a door and I knew it wouldn't fit this one way we were trying but sometimes it's just impossible to explain and I was powerless and we just continually tried this unworkable method

I'm feeling better in the sense that I accept my lack of NRG as temporary. Looking forward.

don't fit, it's true. I wonder if I can ever be 'well' without being empty/hopeless. Now all I care about is food and sleep, and I'm getting oo much of both. Perhaps once my arm heals I will bounce again, but doubt overwhelms me in the present. I can force my mood but then I'm exhausted. Patience?

not planning to return, either. Now I just want this arm to heal so I can ride! and type faster. Please! I'll go for treats today I think ...

yea I'm healin'. check on me later, or whatev

today, which is nice. Was I ever dreading it! Now, I can properly clean my house and also groc shop and perhaps . . . hang out

wow I actually had a 4.5 hour conversation that was hard to finish. Good for me, though. Like good as in beneficial. I am not allowing myself to succumb to confusion & fear anymore. It isn't necessary to block the world, although I still can.

or that is at least a symbol I can use to indentify common experience or something

with spoons, even tostito/salsa soup. salt attack!!