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Jun 19, 2009 18:43

You show up in person, because the other option is to make an appointment with a phone call, and you know if it's down to that you'll never, ever go.  You tell yourself you have to walk over, and so you do, but all the things it means are so hard to handle that you're a little wobbly by the time you even show up.  You don't know the room number, ( Read more... )

bipolar, summer of hell, depression sux

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crystalizelight June 22 2009, 00:02:38 UTC
I love you to distraction, my darling. And that trumps 'forgiveable', trumps 'forgiveness', and goddamn, if this is where you were when you stopped talking to people, if you were worse? Then there has never been anything to forgive.

But yeah, someday we need to talk, and we will, once I'm back to myself enough to cope, once you're ready and able to manage it. That's one of the certainest little glowing things in the handful of hope I'm clenching against the future, that we will both get better, we have to, simply because once we do we have to sit down and talk and figure out us again. And there is no future world of mine that you're not in, one way or another, so clearly we both work through this. Obviously. Not yet--I for one don't have the emotional wherewithal yet, not because you need a lot, just because I don't have any right now to spare. But someday. Maybe even soon. I want it too.

Thank you for the advice. Green tea has started giving me migranes, of all things, but I have other teas that I like quite a lot, and the honey, I think, sounds nice. As for mantras, I haven't really put the thought into any yet--but I like "Breathe." Simple. Calming. It means pulling yourself in from the thousand places you're flying off to in a panic. And it's easy to remember. Breathe.

What I need from you is for you to keep what you need for yourself, and a promise that out the other end, we'll have each other, in happier days. In return, I offer the same. We'll work out if any debts are still owing then.

--Sun

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artimahadanna June 23 2009, 00:00:33 UTC
All pain is relative: mine was neither worse nor less than yours.

'Breathe' is a very good mantra. Use it. Don't hyperventilate though.

You have my promise, and a poem.

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