Sol, I don't know *how* yoiu can handle it. I'm stunned.

Nov 21, 2009 15:22

Hi Journal, 's me again. Yesterday, I started therapy again. Thought I was depressed before, but an hour just beginning to touch on why left me feeling even more fragmented and hopeless. I'll start some new pills tonight; already they're working - my wallet feels lighter, easier to carry ( Read more... )

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laura_seabrook November 22 2009, 17:50:02 UTC
my sympathy on your cat.
and, I do believe you, but broken is not always bad.

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laura_seabrook November 22 2009, 17:51:06 UTC
um, felt broken for years with the epilepsy. See http://hunter.apana.org.au/~gallae/QueerStuff/emotions/afthought.htm

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Perhaps "broken" is the wrong worf. "Pulverized?" "Vaporized?" willowteestar November 22 2009, 23:18:27 UTC
*I*, even, has little meaning. Every pulse takes another chunk of *I* away. Yet the pulses must continue, to keep this hated body alive. So it goes, time after time. The cries for help grow fainter and more confused.

Sol, whatever now calls itself "I" is not sane, and never will be. Nobody listens, nobody believes.

It's cruelty to let animals suffer needlessly. Are humans not also animals? Why must "I" be kept alive?

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Re: Perhaps "broken" is the wrong worf. "Pulverized?" "Vaporized?" willowteestar November 23 2009, 20:31:46 UTC
Don't have a video camera, and look like something the cat refused to drag in. Haven't bathed in years, had hair washed twice in three years, still desperately need electrolysis Get shaved, poorly, with an electric razor twice a week; teeth get brushed weekly. Sorry, no videos of me.

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