I’m sure W will never forget you. Past and present together brilliantly. Hope the flood repair trauma is over very soon. So glad you have your son as an advocate.
Oh the F'ing trials of being bipolar. Every time I feel great I get suspicious. Every time I feel low, I start to panic. Right now I'm deep into I'M SO ANGRY I MIGHT JUST KILL territory, which may be the worse. I might have an easier time of it if I didn't have such powerful microscopes attached to my eyes, examining the fuck hell out of everything that happens in my brain. And my body. Listen they say, listen to your body. Bah. Lately I've felt like my life is not my life, as though I wandered away somehow somewhere and then came back--I spend the next couple of days trying to figure out how to enter my life. Where is the window? Where is the trapdoor? I wish you could see my shrink. He's a dork, but good I think at psychopharmacology.
i loved this entry so much Rebecca~! I truly wish I had money to give you but on a fixed income and not a very big one. I am so incredibly happy we both now can honestly say we live on islands...what a beautiful thing to have water surrounding us like a gigantic mouth. w is a wonder boy. i hope he never grows up...well i think he's already grown up in a very big way. thank you for giving me this gift of a portal into your life.
Oh my god. W is perfection. I am very glad you have an ADVOCATE, because that monkey nurse makes me nervous.
I’m sure W will never forget you. Past and present together brilliantly. Hope the flood repair trauma is over very soon. So glad you have your son as an advocate.
Xoxo
Barbara
Yours are as always the best thing I’ve read all week/month/year/whatever. Dear W!
Oh the F'ing trials of being bipolar. Every time I feel great I get suspicious. Every time I feel low, I start to panic. Right now I'm deep into I'M SO ANGRY I MIGHT JUST KILL territory, which may be the worse. I might have an easier time of it if I didn't have such powerful microscopes attached to my eyes, examining the fuck hell out of everything that happens in my brain. And my body. Listen they say, listen to your body. Bah. Lately I've felt like my life is not my life, as though I wandered away somehow somewhere and then came back--I spend the next couple of days trying to figure out how to enter my life. Where is the window? Where is the trapdoor? I wish you could see my shrink. He's a dork, but good I think at psychopharmacology.
i loved this entry so much Rebecca~! I truly wish I had money to give you but on a fixed income and not a very big one. I am so incredibly happy we both now can honestly say we live on islands...what a beautiful thing to have water surrounding us like a gigantic mouth. w is a wonder boy. i hope he never grows up...well i think he's already grown up in a very big way. thank you for giving me this gift of a portal into your life.
I'll bet you can write fabulous poetry.