While I have been feeling terribly sick and unable to do things, I was going to tear into this WordPress space and tell you all of my woes from my sordid past. Thankfully I got out of that not groovy funk, and things got better almost immediately. My husband even brought me orange juice, after a chicken soup dinner. What a fine course of events the day became.
I guess I started this blog to write about mental illness, specifically my own mental illness, but as I kept posting here, I found that maybe everyone else in the whole world is right, and that it is not the most healthy behavior to concentrate on just the bad days. Thankfully, the discipline of writing and reading here allows me to get out of that place of self-destruction.
At this point, I’ll let you know that I have been a most ruminative piss-ant in the past, only aware that everybody hated me and that I should go eat worms. Thankfully I never did actually go eat the worms, and at late forties, I’m finally learning to change my ways. “So hop on the bus, Gus; Make a new plan, Stan,” as our friend Paul Simon does advise in his years of music making, mainly to save my life, but maybe not even just me. It appears that we all are attentive to the universe, and I’m thankful to have surrounded myself with new friends here that virtually give me hope to turn it all around.
So, yes, the past has been some kind of horrible for me, but I’m mainly getting over it, and it is more than just for those who love me, as it was in the past, but now I want to be well because it is true that I love life and healing. And a little glass of orange juice can make this all abundantly clear. Thank you, dear readers, for reading, and bless you, dear souls, for living.
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