...work crisis change hits and I'm in the wind and the torrent is unleashed. There are holes in the wall; more opportunities to practice my home repair skills, I suppose. I'm terrified by the rage and volume, the absolute loss of verbal inhibition as I can be quite cruel in those states, and the self-loathing attempts to take it's place atop the podium. These are the moments where I do not know myself, head buried in whitecaps and raging rapids of unfettered experience, dammed behind years of cognitive dominance diverting the flow only to burst as molten tears. I'm calmer now, albeit shaken and shaky. Right now I feel as though those who do support me have been pushed to their limits, and it's difficult to ask for help... *impasse* No words.
M.
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My thanks to all the wonderful members here; I will miss the opportunity to continue to learn and work with you.
For those who seek an alternative, it is coming.
So long, and thanks for all the fish!
05 Jun 2008, 2:31 pm
