I'm
not going to start this with the usual organ recital of how I had an
essential tremor episode, landed in the hospital, came out and got
the Plague that everyone had for about 40 years it seemed, but was
closer to 7 weeks and then had my cell phone stolen, and then I went
to bed depressed for two months, until I got sick of my own
pitifulness and drop-kicked my ass out of bed. We've all been there
in one form or another, and my particular pity-part seems to be “I
suck, hate myself, never did anything good, am a rotten person and cannot do anything well...” What horseshit.
Any
one who has to deal with mental illness goes through this cycle and
we know that things will get better. I'm at my best when I'm fighting
for something I believe in, or if I have a job to do. Simple stuff;
easy-peasy. And I've got the tools to take me to next step.
Anyway,
it's time for me to move on to the next step and get on with my life.
Symphony rehearsal starts in about 7 weeks and I've been approached
by NTI, a company that provides work-at-home jobs for people with
disabilities; the extra money will help.
I
NEED to start writing again too. When I'm really creative, it keeps
the bats out of my brains and keeps me motivated. I'm sorry I just
sort of dropped out of sight. Alex Cavanaugh and Juneta Key came
looking for me, just as I was climbing out of that hole. Thanks, you two, and to any others who may have sent emails I missed, thanks to you as well! I know you care! I hope
everyone has a productive #IWSG month!
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