I was told by an Indian woman that birds were messengers. I found a little starling and gave him so much love and he died to the day my mother died s year or two before. The woman told me a parent would come back as a bird and get what they needed from their child.
I have been sleeping mostly the past two days. I did get my paxil. I haven't had any energy...my thoughts tend to be negative even with all these wonderful changes...even my terrace is clean...all these things that were pressuring me....I make jokes about being bipolar but lately I can't. I just see how powerful it is...it can leave you in such a vulnerable position.
The president of the coop board called my friend again today to ask how things were progressing. It felt like a blow.
I haven't been able to escape into reading much....I have been just too exhausted. I don't even feel like going downstairs to the deli to get a sandwich...
Bobby