Bringing some of my blog title into a post …
Finding myself scratching my leg, and then i keep on scratching. There is not itch.
Fighting to make my smile reach up and into my eyes.
Happily watching my dog, Chi, playful at last – after a month and a half recovery from ????
Fearful of words left unspoken.
Wanting to take anxiety pills and alcohol and sleep, sleep, sleep.
Grateful the weekend is here and I don’t have to go to work. I want to work, but it brings up SO much.
Cloudy thinking. Cloudy feeling. I don’t know what I want.
I know I’ll be alone some day. When, I don’t know. It takes me into disassociation.
It is what it is. My own doing? Inevitable.