Dad is having a colonoscopy. I’m waiting in the waiting room. I had to wake up at 6:45 a.m. I’m on my second iced americano. I’m watching all these older couples come in together. I’m sad about my divorce. She told me I had become more ill than she could handle. I agree with her decision. The medications were not working. I didn’t get medications that worked until the jail transferred me to the hospital. I’ve been on those medications for over a year. I understand my symptoms much more now.
“We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.” Joseph Campbell
I’m hearing voices. I’m thinking about incidents and people from my past. I keep bringing myself back to the present. It’s helping.
I need to go to the gym today.
