Hi my lovely.
I did. And have been under pretty heavy sedation for the last three days as a result. My doctor of the last 28 years took one look at me, checked me into a clinic, shot me full of something and kept a close eye on me. I woke up early this morning. I am now home, in bed, with a plan, a few prescriptions, and a command that I not post anything to Medium that is not in some way a “Thank you..!” or a product of my therapy… which is what my writing, especially my poetry, is for me. In other words? The Pit Bull is muzzled for now. :( (Of course, there’s more to it than that, but, that’s enough public vomiting of what happened this weekend, ya?)
I also have therapy, and yada, yada, yada…
Work is on an as needed basis only — as in as needed for money, otherwise he’d make me stay home. My boss has agreed that I may come and go as I, basically, please. We are very slow anyway, so it really doesn’t matter.
The bottom line is that I cannot handle any more stressors. At least, not for now. And, so… I will be posting, but, not doing my usual responding. Which I’m going to miss, but, I understand why I need to stop that.
I also understand why he said it’d be ok to post my work if I am comfortable with doing so. Between many, many naps, I wrote over 30 poems… Some are very dark. Some are very hopeful. Some are in between. All are cathartic. All helped me sort out my thoughts, my guilts, my shame. I remember none of writing any of them, but, they require little editing. It’s a good thing.
I’m currently looking for photos and such and will be submitting them as I am able. Soon.
THANK YOU H. for pointing me in the right direction. I think… no, I know… that as fragile as I feel right now? I might have really cracked if I’d not stopped and gone to see him that very next day.
So, Thank you. You are an angel, as usual. ❤