strange day,strange disposition.punch my fist repeatedly on the counter as i wait for my calories to arrive.embrace the pain as it increases in direct proportion to my strength.
i sought the zone,the peloton--me the breakaway rider,first leading the pack,speeding around a rain-sheened curve,falling,dropping behind,the peloton within sight,reach,but i not in.
insight into how close i am to the end of this tour.
4 comments:
txandi,
I understand how rough the mixed states are. That extra edge of anxiety or agression in addition to whatever swing that you happen to be riding out. Hang in there.
And thanks for the welcome.
hey t,
i tried to reply to your last post the other day, but blogger was down.
thank you so much for being there for me recently.
that was horrible--i was really struggling (ugh).
i am a lot better now.
how are you? it seems like so many people are struggling with mixed states right now.
hang in there...you won't let it get too bad, will you?
love,
dancer
How are you doing? Do you think that you are Rapid cycling or going through some Mixed States?
Thinking about you:)
rabbit, dancer, writer, thank you. i will see MDOC and PDOC next week. this is a strange time to describe...
...prolonged, dull, but ever as disheartening. thank you for your kind thoughts. through this one i can muddle--or so i keep telling myself.
~t~
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