Posted by katia on August 29, 2003, at 1:01:02
In reply to Re: basket-case in a wave-pool, posted by fluffy on August 28, 2003, at 17:34:02
Hi Katy,
I've been sobbing for the past hour, not knowing where the h*** this damn Tsunami just came from. This ain't no wave pool unfortunately and I want off this ride!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm sick to death of being me. I feel like I've been sponged. It's a technique in horseracing where horrible people will stick sponges up the race horses noses so that they will, over the course of the next few days/weeks, develop all these horrible illnesses and noone can see it and noone knows what's going on! (I've been reading Seabiscuit).
I feel like i've been sponged and am suffocating with no outlet or release in sight!!I might be able to attribute this to the two - yes my limit I stuck to it - two glasses of wine over dinner. But it's like a pin on a hot air balloon. It's only releasing what was already there. and I'm sick of being me!
What's all this about anyway - this dreaded life? One where I'm told there are colors, sounds, tastes, but I live cloaked in dust unable to taste and only feel pain.
What is this?! I'm sick of this! I want a normal(ish) life damnit!
Why am I cycling on Depakote? Is my dose not high enough? whereas before I was just racy, now I'm tired and hysterically depressed! So, no it looks like I"m not doing better unfortunately!
katia
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