She was born on 7/7 and died on 11/11... was it 2005, I think so...
I'm having a mid-life crisis. I thought I was very happy in this time slot but now I realize I may not be.
I am stumped about writing anymore...
I have thoughts and feelings but hesitate to put them to words.
Something is better about time now.
I am not racing it. I can sit and watch a movie or read or do nothing and not feel like I must constantly be doing something.
I feel I have no friends, just a few... I see the symptoms through the eyes of a social worker, a case, I have no support network..
I am aging. I am no one's aging client. I feel alone and friendless and have isolated myself due to social anxiety, not going out and making friends and just hanging with one or two people and now I am old and feeling lonely.
This is new and different.
I wasn't aware, in fact up until that artistic and so called "manic" episode of last spring, I was happier than ever before and boasting about it.... perhaps that was a clue to the coming grandiosity....
I'm certainly back to earth now... I realize how alone in the world I am and it seems magnified.
I am happy, overjoyed in fact at the slowage of time.
I don't know what to write anymore but have the urge.
This when I may be facing Carpel Tunnel Release surgery... I see the surgeon next week.
I am feeling a bit sad today. Wanting really badly to stay home.
11/11/11 is supposed to be lucky, perhaps I will miss something. I worry about this, staying home an missing and opportunity. This is a new worry. This even sounds like a symptom of normalcy.
I feel awfully detached and alone in the world...
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