ducking out
too much
i know it is all tied up with old stuff for me, but old patterns are repeated as my requests for help are ignored and i receive only silence.
i was told i could change the patterns by changing myself.
but i can't.
I'm a rambling mass of inconsistencies, some hidden and some all too apparent. A "messy human", wishing to be visible and yet invisible, cherishing my differences but longing to fit in.
Blogs I read
- A Fortunate Man
- A Long Walk to Forever
- Awareness
- Dare to Dream
- Fighting the Urge
- Frolicking Through Llife
- Good in parts
- I'm a Medical Student...
- Lake Cocytus
- Mandy
- Marcella
- Medicines, Animals and a Dream
- Mental nurse
- Mouse
- Nearly time
- Neenaw
- One Pedestrian Away
- Pip
- Pole to Polar
- Police Inspector Blog
- Rainbow Dreams
- Random Acts of Reality
- Rufus May
- Schizophrenia - a Carer's Story
- Seratonin
- The fight for Mrs Carr
- The muddled marketplace
- There and Back
- Traumaqueen
- Useless CPN
1 comment:
u,
as you r,
r appreciated
i have NO idea about the gilted, idealised, presented, perfected, public version,
i've only known the raw version
the person who creates,
the person who feels,
the person who sometimes hurts,
the person who continues to hope,
the person who inspired me to
SORT OUT my towelling gown!
U have no idea how long i'd been dragging that around with me.
u've never been told how many housemoves i've done...
with a broken towelling gown.
Yes, it's daft,
a broken towelling gown,
why bother?
but it meant something to me, i couldn't just throw it away.
So,
when i open my wardrobe,
which I do every day
I think of you...
And am very grateful our paths crossed
go safely and my prayers are for moments of joy.
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