Kinda feels like that, huh? i think it’s the thing I probably need the most help with, but I’ve addressed the least. I guess there is a certain resilience people expect of you and you develop in these situations after a while. It’s like people just expect you to just deal with it, which I…
Too funny. Today I get the mail and what is in there but a tax bill for Don from 1995. Does the statute of limitations run out in 20 years? It does. So why do they send these things to us? Like we are going to be hit with a conscious about a bill that…
These were interesting words–as Don had pointed out, likely not sourced directly from my mother but from other sources though ultimately it doesn’t matter anymore. I have a point to make. Here, in rational land where people don’t have magical illogical thinking which actually is resulting in permanent enemies. This apartment was $400 a month…
This life is stressful enough without adding more to be upset about, I’ve realized. I can’t go. The ultimate voice of reason (my mother)–now this is my mother mother, my mom, as it were, knocked some sense into me. How one could go on vacation when I am as stressed as I am about even…
So this has been a tough few days and it certainly hasn’t lengthened my life in any way, the amount of stress I am going through right now. It’s almost as if my birth mother wasn’t present and didn’t hear the stress issues and what to avoid to prevent new issues in my body. I…
Well world…your lessons are a little fucked up lately. Not thrilled with the things running through my head. I tend to be a little bit of a masochist in some ways–I read that damn letter over and over and thought…with all that happened this year and the time spent here in spurts that something could…
I know I know. Gratitude is the antidote to complaint–being grateful for anything has a way of turning you off the trends of complaint. I am sure if you found this place you probably have a point of empathy you are approaching from–this would certainly be better than scorn or incredulity, which I know I…
My mind is a mean thing–I blame it in some ways for the destruction wrought on my body. I try to control where it goes but it’s a hard thing to do when you have been conditioned as I have been. Expect the worst, hope for the best and you will never be disappointed was…
Poor Don is a little bewildered to our situation and I am also finding it hard not to lose my goddamn mind right now. These are the times I wish I had some stash of anti anxiety cures but I haven’t been one to ever go there so it’s not something I want to do…
Well that was an unfortunate thing to have to write yesterday but I felt a need to remark it. After I read over it, it seemed kind of whiney diary-yy so I edited it, as you must do with your thoughts every once in a while. And I am still floored. As I was reading…
