I haven’t been going to my weekly therapy appointments. I just haven’t had the inclination to do the homework.
I’ve decided to go back, as if I have a choice.. but if I go back, I wish to find some inspiration for what I started writing here. I don’t know if it will work out but it could, also, be a $10 miracle visit, too. We’ll see how it goes.
I’m not sure who to trust when I’m mentally challenged. I don’t want a record. I just want a history to write. I want to be writer and I think I have it in me to share my stories. I just get caught up in the nothingness of the everyday, as a disabled woman holding down the couch, excessively.
I’m tired of the pain. I want it to stop. I think my doctors can do something more than they are doing. But I must be patient and do it all their way. I’m not happy about that.
I guess I’m not in my write mind to find the memories to write about today. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.