only a few pages in. its 4.30am and im feeling tired. So will read tmoz night prob. You will have to excuse me leaving for a coupla days.
Im thinking ive gone all bipolar and im crashing and burning slightly now. The journey down is never pretty. That godforsaken abyss of deep dark blackness wraps me in its loving arms and holds me close, real close.
Generally i manage to tear myself free after a few days of sobbing, feeling... Show more
only a few pages in. its 4.30am and im feeling tired. So will read tmoz night prob. You will have to excuse me leaving for a coupla days.
Im thinking ive gone all bipolar and im crashing and burning slightly now. The journey down is never pretty. That godforsaken abyss of deep dark blackness wraps me in its loving arms and holds me close, real close.
Generally i manage to tear myself free after a few days of sobbing, feeling like death (fortunately so far never like actually dying) and with the aid of kick ass medication and a bit of inner resource i drag up from somewhere, i climb out the pit, shaken, fragile, but out.
Anyhooo, its really not good for me to be around people as i gripe about how bad i feel when actually that doesnt help. Having someone listen and indulge me aint good. It makes me wallow. And you can only paddle in the abyss for so long before the quicksand pulls you deep down. I dont ever wanna see that place again so i heal myself my way.
Anyway im getting poetic which is a bad sign so im offski.
Books cool so far. I will get to it when i can open my eyes without crying. Bless huh.... xx
