I, for reasons my own, decided to not write for awhile. I cannot censor myself like that. Writing for me is a way to clear out the mess (cobwebs actually) from my head. I have to write. I feel poorly when I don't write. It's like a coin..there's two sides to it and they co-exist in the same space.
I haven't been on top of things lately. The 4th of April is 2 days away. I will write about the 4th that day. I don't want to say much now about Sat. I want to make sure that I get all the thoughts out then.
The voices are...voices.... I was really hoping that my way of pushing them out would work. They come fast and leave just as fast. I know that the voices will never go away. BUT I will look for ways to counter them.
On a entirely different note, I have about 6 crocus flowers blooming. It is so nice to see color in my flower beds. My indoor plants are doing well. I can't wait to bring them out into the sun and fresh air.
I got my Risperadol shot yesterday. That helped. I didn't talk much to my pdoc. I rarely talk to him. I go there for the meds. I get therapy elsewhere (online).
I haven't much else to write.
Liev, love, laugh, learn, listen,
David
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Don't be so quick to say that the voices will never leave because they do leave for a certain percentage past the age of 50, but I know what you mean. My voices come and go too--come with stress usually and leave when I'm feeling more relaxed. I know they might be with me for the rest of my life, but I'm not going to rule out the possibility that they may not.
ReplyDeleteI really appreciate you writing about your voices because not many people seem to and it makes me feel less isolated.
Glad to hear you have a green thumb. The flowers cheer me up, too.
Kate