Kudos to google and wikipedia and any other sites protesting the dangerous new bill.


That was a non-starter, and now I have a non sequitur.

I'm lost.  yeah, yeah.  I'm as tired of saying it, feeling it, as you are tired of hearing it.

but it presses on my mind and body and my heart and lungs until I feel I can't breathe.  Can't move.  Can't think of anything else.  Can't feel anything else.

Last evening it got really scary.  And I should have called out today.  I really should have.

But I could not. 

But I really think, given how unstable and sensitive I am today, that it would have been the smart thing to do.

I go to therapy today.  I plan on giving in and telling them I'll take whatever the hell they want to give me.

At this point a lobotomy sounds like heaven.

I need to get well.

I must.

because the other option is no longer: live with being unwell.

The other option, I firmly believe, will be fatal.