This journal wanders about. It's poetry, reflections, snippets from other stories and ideas of others, and my own pot luck thoughts reflecting the transparent thinking of this post-traumatically stressed, majorly depressed social phobic before and after my breakdown.

October 19, 2008

i get lost and cry

I pretty much refuse to go out on my own except on rare occasion which involves practiced routes (like to the doctor or the pharmacy or the toy store). If i divert or go unprepared, i get lost and cry. After four and a half years of dealing with my illness, i am still surprised by some of the things i can no longer do. Like be spontaneous. Eat spicey food Read a book. Multi-task. Drink alcohol. Hold back my tears. Go to four stores in a row.

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