Yesterday wrecked. Routine and life disordered upon waking, disintegrated into a hoarse rocking mess. Pillows everywhere, lucky to have broken nothing. Then nothing, numb... was strangely productive on a creative level, but dealing with others was a series of disappointments frustrations hurts antagonistic experience. Loathe myself in both states, not connected to self or others, mired in confusion, raging uncontrollably. Tired of hurting, hurting others, tired of trying to make myself understood, tired of not being heard, the assumptions and interpretations of others instead of listening to what is said. Wish there were a dark quiet place to be today.
M.
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My thanks to all the wonderful members here; I will miss the opportunity to continue to learn and work with you.
For those who seek an alternative, it is coming.
So long, and thanks for all the fish!