Saturday, November 22, 2014
Oh BOY.
Jeez - well yesterday I had some sort of implosion. By the time I left the store I was angry and filled with rage and - not good. I couldn't shake it off - even after therapy and a meeting. I finally ate Cheetos, an ice cream sandwich, watched New Girl and then slept 9 hours and then prayed and meditated for well over an hour this morning and I feel better. Well - so I feel better and now I need to get out of my pajamas and get up and at 'em. I don't know about anyone else but I need time alone. That's all there is to it. But now I need to get out there and back into the world. Jesus - I was taking myself VERY seriously last night. Can you imagine adding drugs and alcohol to that? That's what I used to do. Get angry - filled with rage and then just dump lighter fluid on top of it. It wasn't always like that - sometimes it was fun and crazy - I would feel relief and feel better. But at the end of it - I was always just relighting the rage - silently stewing in my own pot of hatred. What??? OMG - could I be more melodramatic right now? Well it's true though. I'm so sad I wasted that time - wasted my joy - wasted my light. WELL I DON'T HAVE TO ANYMORE - and these programs help give me the tools to not do that anymore. How was this so exhausting to write? Haaaa - sigh. I need to go in the park and get some fresh air. My love to you my sweetest, sturdiest Bluebie!!! Byeeeee!!
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