I’m in a daze. Day of recovery and
reflection. Very tired from yesterday.
I think I’m more tired from the impact
of EMDR than anything else.
The ground was wet when we got up.
A surprise rain overnight. Cloudy and
Friday is Wally day. Good thing. I
needed strong coffee today. And
I gave in shopping yesterday and
bought hazelnut creamer. O well.
A bit of OCD kicked in (that I don’t
really have). I went from one to-do
list app to three again. Why do I
do that? (I’ve been here before.)
Let’s see. What else can I do to
make this mess in my head that
has messed up the last half century
or more of my life go away?
(Nothing comes to mind. Too tired.)
She had an appointment this morning;
she has another one this afternoon.
The kids have my car. Nowhere I want
to go. Nowhere I want to stay.
The sun comes out then goes away.
Clouds are back. Is that any different
Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)
I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)