Tuesday, January 13, 2015

a torn journal entry

pencil seems like a perfectly fitting medium for where I'm at in my world/lift right now.  Fluid, transient, impermanent ... in flux.

I gave up on WAWG Survivors before I even really began. I've quit SOS Advisory. I'm uncertain where I stand on SAGE Advisory, I stopped SACHA Crisis Training.  I'm done my BED course & I'm not exactly sure where the whole 1 in 4 thing stands.  I'm not sure where Matthew and I are at after being down there for NYE ... I am having fun in the fet community and trying to keep a nice home for Kyla and I.

That's about the extent of it.  & Dan is just another 'play partner' in a long line of them.

CJH :)?

cont'd

I think I'm happy for once ...?

I'm not really sure I have a point of reference.  I felt kind of like I'd found 'home' when I was in California, but we both know how THAT turned out.  So Avalon House is starting to feel like that. And I've kinda latched on to Robyn & Jason & I don't exactly know why.  I'm slightly flying by the seat of my pants. I'm taking strange risks with pain. Why does being hurt feel good? Self-flagellation? Do I feel that I deserve it?  I don't know.

I'm happy-like, maybe, is a better truth.  But happiness feels elusive and close?! :)

Real people are hard to spot.

11:45pm
01/13/15

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