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.

September 1, 2011

I'm sad

Love's gain is pain and breaking points and so much confusion and anger at promises made and played out like battles fought and lost in No Mans' Land. Sadness inside of illness. Loss inside of a broken heart.

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