Catching up with some girls from highschool for an update, one brought me some gorgeous flowers, with a Star of David fashioned out of bamboo and stuck inside by the florist. Are these for Hannukah?
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flowers
I’ve just spent a couple of days in psych care at the hospital.
Yeah, I was a bit of a risk.
Putting things in place etc.
AND I GOT FOOD PHOTOS FOR YOU:
Breakfast:
Yeah, I ate gluten this few days. I lived.
And check out all the plastic cutlery and crockery. Yep, no sharps in PECC. (the flowers are also in a ‘vase’ fashioned from an isowipes container)
Plans from here?
Rest
Take care of myself.
More therapy.
Adjust meds.
Oh and figure out where I want to live. Yeah, Rish and I kinda ‘separated’, too.
Just short of 15 years.
To see if that helps.
*sigh*
Careful what you wish for.
Change.
I can do this.
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Lots of long, head-clearing walks.
Taking in the natural things around me.
The colours.
The perfumes.
The little insects.
They make me smile.
And breathe a little easier.
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The bright red flower or its wilted friend?
I see the bright flower. With a smiling whisper of “ooh! What’s next?” .
See the colour :)
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I read a lot of blogs.
Some are gorgeously superficial. Pretty, sparkly nail polish, or cupcakes that, while I can’t eat them, look awesome.
Others are deep.
Discussion of emotions, physical and mental pain.
And while I love those people.
I just sometimes can’t read that stuff.
For my own sake.
So I step back. And stick with the pretty flowers for a while.
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