Last night I tried to call my mom. She doesn’t want to talk, her husband explained, could you try tomorrow? I said ok and hung up.
I was pretty much ok last night, but today I’m a mess. Tears are really close to the edge. I’m really struggling to get things done. This delayed reaction has me thinking about a similarity between alexithymia and proprioception. In both cases, I have difficulty reading the cues from my body.
There are periods of history when the visions of madmen and dope fiends are a better guide to reality than the common-sense interpretation of data available to the so-called normal mind. This is one such period, if you haven’t noticed already. –Robert Anton Wilson
As a rule we disbelieve all the facts and theories for which we have no use. –William James
I’m apparently writing. I ate some food late, and while I was cooking, I was pacing. I was thinking, I was writing. I seem to burning a little brightly right now; that may explain the frustration. I guess. I’m not sure about that, but maybe the burning somehow
It was a long bad day. I was going to write today. It had such promise at the start. Ideas were just bubbling through, and for some reason the wind has shifted. I write all the time, but it’s for me, for my journal. I have to fight to
