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[poo]

I have been teetering on the edge of the diving board, my feet dangling in the water, hands tucked underneath my legs, with a crooked grin revealing more than I dare ought to - the sick compulsion to dive regardless of consequence, to kick my feet and stir up waves, to leap or tumble - it does not matter - right into the midst of indifference and

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[entropicflux]

we're always alone, no matter what pretty words someone tells us.

good luck. if it matters any, i think you're one of the good ones.

[poo]

Thanks dear. It does matter. I hope you are well.

[poo]

I miss you, too.

[morty_baby]

Poo! &heart;
Yes, we are all alone in our heads and as much as one would like to explain depression to the normals, it is a lost cause because unless they have walked that path, they cannot comprehend. The flippant 'you can think yourself out of it' has been said to me a time or two by the ever-cheerful and it makes me want to strangle them. SO I stopped trying to explain. But I do know that like some secret handshake from across the room, like-minded people are drawn to me.

I wrote about my struggles here if you care to read it. http://morty-baby.livejournal.com/14217.html
Perhaps it will give you small comfort to know that while we are all alone in our heads, there is a secret handshake that a few others know.

ps that's some fine writing right there, sweetheart.

[morty_baby]

pssst..... double o pee

...a little birdie told me it was your birthday today.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY and have a wonderful day.

I hope you are doing well.
xo, Sharon