Focus

Testing, one, two, three. . . Have I tweaked my DS streams to an extent which will calm my strictly personal neural pathways rather than adding more voltages in need of balancing? In the development of on-line support groups, groups have felt more like Junior High lunch than support groups. Opinions, advice, news headlines, slang flangs, etc., flow far more freely than stablizing compassion for the difficult process of finding a calming thread for already irrational, detritus filled psychotic streams. More isnae better in sorting psychotic closets.

I donae care to psychoanalyze, diagnose nor judge the nameless, faceless folks in the digital free-for-all of the world-wide-web. In larger, strictly personal fact, those are dysfunctional habits I have invested a great many psychotherapy hours in breaking. An invitation to debate *they* yaddahs or compare your mommy to my mommy is tantamount to inviting an alcoholic to a moonshine party. I merely need to sort and cull the chaos between my ears in order to find a functional focus for my day. Strictly personal.

Testing, four, five, six. . . Sorting. . .