Thursday, January 17, 2013

Messy Head

Today wasn't good. We went to the gym and had a nice 50 minute cardio-workout, but only because we felt the need for a new bottle of Gin (we hate to run out), and the gym is right next door to the liquor store. And we didn't need to hear the bitching from within, if we left the house and didn't work out. So it was really a case of having to workout.

It's been days of physical pain now, the intensity varies. Some of our day just meant laying still, eyes closed. It's fine, really. It's not a big deal, this many years with this pain, it just IS. (Dad, you don't need to scare us with saying we're not too young for heart problems) We don't want to worry about that, we've already had a couple of days of mild anxiety attacks without even considering those kinds of health issues. We've even decreased our coffee intake a bit. We've never had a problem with blood pressure. It's actually textbook perfect. But lately it feels heart-pounding and breathtaking.

We're still waiting to hear about the house offer. They are really dragging their feet. It's causing some anxious feelings.

People "keep" coming to us for advice, and sometimes just because they want us to read their blogs, or want our attention...maybe even validation...and we don't read DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) blogs. Or they think we can help them. We can't help anybody, people can read what we write and find help, if it helps them, but we're not here to specifically help people. This is OUR therapy. Respect it. If you find something that helps you, that's great, but please don't try to seek help from us.

We're just feeling all messy, and *waves hands randomly in slow motion* blarg, and it's hard to concentrate; and apparently the cat keeps licking the toothbrushes.

~ some of the et al


  1. The ending was a surprise twist.

  2. I completely agree. I read a few blogs on a regular basis, in addition to writing my own. It is a form of therapy, which I enjoy both reading, and writing. If my outlet helps, entertains, or makes one think...then that's just an added bonus.