Therapy hangover today
I can’t write much today because I’m hungover from therapy yesterday. It’s been a busy week. Forgive me if this seems scattered. Well, busy for quarantine. So maybe 20 hours total of work between therapy zoom groups and self care stuff. … I’ve been unemployed too long. The world is a strange place to live in right now.
All this solitary time has shown me who is important in my life. It’s given me time to work through problems, and space to finally be comfortable with myself. I’m glad to be alive. It’s been such a long time since I was so happy being myself. Comfortable being inter-dependent with the world. I’m at peace with my flaws. The light and dark within. I want to be the best possible human I can be.
Here’s a poem I created from a word cloud of all the words in my personal journal. I made this from the top 100 words I said. A nonsense poem.
Like want time:
- Time felt love first.
- Now crazy. Days brief. Fear cares.
- Met two even one can die.
- I’m real numb… heart just shit!
- Grief told me: Sorry, choose your pain.
- Every way I care.
- Old, alive, make an end.
- Like won’t time fear hope?
- Get better, see love.
- Write your right self. Move today!
Songs of the week:
Tired of being alone by Al Green
Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison
Ain’t nobody here but us chickens, covered by James Brown
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