pica_pica

I seem to be in quiet lurk mode. So much to say, and no ability to word it.

I'm alive though.

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Come to think of it, it's not really that I don't have the ability to word it, it's more that I don't seem to have the time..... Since starting this cleanse thing, I have filled my hours outside of sleep and work with so much other stuff... the gym, reading, long hot sensory deprivation baths, geeky things like modding my Xbox....
I think this is a sign that the depth of devastation I found myself in a few months ago has begun to witness the beginning of a low tide.

it's probably interesting from a psychological point of view how whenever I try to describe something that is going on, I invariably put myself stationary, and paint the image of everything being controlled externally.
IE it's not that I am walking up out of the depths of devastation, it's more like I am still just standing here where I always have been, but I am watching the depth pull away, recede... dry up.

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