Oh.
No, it's not the schoolwork, illness, sleep deprivation, nor inexplicable behavior of those I love that is driving me insane.
As my cunt of a therapist reminded me, it's that October is always hard. October is a loose bit of gravel that sends one of my feet sliding out from under me every year.
Time to get out the ol' Tao Te Ching, I guess, and lose myself in the sound of water - rather, the no-sound of it. I'll let the slipping through cracks and smoothing of dark chasms fill my mind.
Forget the eons of bustle in the world outside - they never got a damn thing done.
No, it's not the schoolwork, illness, sleep deprivation, nor inexplicable behavior of those I love that is driving me insane.
As my cunt of a therapist reminded me, it's that October is always hard. October is a loose bit of gravel that sends one of my feet sliding out from under me every year.
Time to get out the ol' Tao Te Ching, I guess, and lose myself in the sound of water - rather, the no-sound of it. I'll let the slipping through cracks and smoothing of dark chasms fill my mind.
Forget the eons of bustle in the world outside - they never got a damn thing done.
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"My cunt of a therapist" would lead me to believe it might be time to change the person you address as "therapist"
*hug*
[Edited on Oct 12, 2005 7:58PM]