Nov 5
Therapy day today. Kind of. The misery has taken a half step back. Which isn't saying much. But. I've stepped away from the close vicinity of suicide if nothing else. Just a smidge less lost. A mite less hopeless. But still the same. It is perhaps more accurate to say that I am enduring it a little better at the moment. The wind changes, the leaves blow, subtle differences in the eddies that is all. Today at therapy I started how I finished last week. On the way out. I remembered something a friend had said. And this week I kind of opened with it. I explained that I was like a parrot. When left to my own devices I would shift in and out of different accents and voices. I loved listening to different people speaking. The shape of words and sounds. And invariably I would pick it up and mimic it. Some would stick and I would revolve around different voices when I felt comfortable with someone, when I was just idling. And my friend observed, that any time I talked of my inner crit...