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Mom, singer, lifelong seeker. I used to be a prolific writer. Words flowed from my brain through my fingers with ease; those days are gone, for now. I hope that, since I have started singing again, some of my words may come back. So here I'm going to ramble, and post old poetry. I may post recipes, songs, or random photos of my kid.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

26 January

Feeling confused, helpless, lost. Repeating patterns all the time. Want to go somewhere and be all alone with no one making demands of me. Want to disappear, escape. Afraid of these feelings and what they might mean. Last night after therapy I imagined myself leaving Seth and stopping with therapy with Tracy. Just want everyone to leave me alone. Want to just curl up and watch tv and read books and have a simple life alone.

Afraid of everything falling apart. Still having nightmares about the museum. Dr. Braden still hasn’t called me back. Too many balls in the air – need to call Dr. Shepherd and see about switching off the Zoloft.

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