Somewhere along the peer support way, talk of venting and feeling wrong about complaining met with commentary about ". . .needing dump this shit." I have since been plagued with images of psychic toilets. I believe that more often than not, complaining about my personal yaddahs is as inappropriate as public defecation, but when ya gotta go, ya gotta go. I find myself with a growing wish to have enough psychic toilets where I can move the bowels of my psyche whenever the need arises.
Am I making sense or am I lost in metaphor again?
I went to the doctors again today cos they made me go again. They have prescribed my meds daily so i have walk to the pharmacy every day now to get my meds.so my first choice of method of suicides gone but if im serious enough come friday i will find a allternative way. I see my lilbeany tomro seeing her can sometimes change my mind but i dunno this time.
How is everyone? Well this week has been busy and I have been in alot of pain. So Tuesday I had to get a oil change on my grandparents car then rush up to a interview that's 30 minutes away from were I was. The car got taken in at 9 didn't get it back till 1130 so I rushed to my interview. Just about had a panic attack. I feel like it went good but not sure if I should get back in to a...