Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Relapse

Tonight feels like the perfect night for me to make a post. Unfortunately, I have no idea what to say. I could tell you that I have been crying all afternoon and well into the evening - mainly provoked by various forms of visual entertainment - but when I sat down to do the homework set by the therapist I replaced potential words with tears. My cat is wondering what is wrong with me. I am wondering the same thing.

1 comment:

Shawn said...

Hi Kitty,

My wife ran across your blog while looking for a Sylvia Plath poem. I'm sorry you had a bad day last April. I don't think I can offer anything insightful but please know one family in the USA wishes you well and hopes you find love and happiness. And if we were nearby, we'd give you a big hug.

All the best,
Shawn