No doubt, I need to get back to see My therapist. For those of You , that don't understand. Pain is a trigger, For those of Us with PTSD. ~ Everyday is a winding road.~This maybe a sleepless night. [ director's chair ]~ Although dusting is therapy, I'm celebrating opening My director's chair. aka/ My high for the day........ [one of those dam things about having brain damage is, You've got to Love] I forgot I wrote a book, and a few songs~ that should see the light of day. My high,
My low. The other day I behaved badly, As I said " I live in the City". Let's just call this Man 60 cents. well seems every time I walk out My door. This Man is walking by, and asking Me for 60 cents. Well the other day, He caught Me getting out My Daughters car. [Protective mode set in.] And I told him, if I see him ne more time on My block. "I'm gonna follow him home, and stand outside his door.