Jul 12, 2010 19:11
of course, the one monday my support group does not meet
I have been trying to cleanse my brain with squeegees made out of the outdoors and rivers and beargrass and Luna and work... instead, only two hours into my first day back to work with three words spoken Kelly says to me, "you seem intensely stressed, like, I can feel it."
It must be radiating off of me, and I am not surprised. I spent Thursday with my dad after he had found Arlene dead on the bedroom floor.
I would say that I find myself consistently in situations of extreme discomfort, but I don't think there has ever been one so extreme as that one. I can only remember Thursday in increments of seconds at a time before I have to stop and want to scream.
My man just came home. Thank god.