Well, I’ve succeeded in not calling my grandma or dad for several months. If you don’t know much about me, you know I have issues wanting to help my grandma in the basement. If I haven’t learned these past few years, life is short, and I can’t save everyone. I’ve wasted years believing that people need to sacrifice for others. Once they are done with me, I go into the recycle bin for someone else.
In other news, I’ve been down lately. I just got over the 24-hour flu, but even before that barf fest, depression keeps locking me up in a prickly state of feeling, like failure and hopelessness…
Last night, I dreamed I ran away from home to the South. I woke up after making a van that was as big as a house. I also had to buy textbooks.
Then I woke up for meds.
It’s sad but I get up just for that gummy vitamin. I shove the other stuff down. I’ve had weird experiences like a beautiful glass bird going in and out of my closed window, making a rainbow.
How are you doing?