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Day 9 – Disconnected

without comments

I’m counting the days to my recovery…. whenever that might be.

I don’t see the necessity to write a daily account – especially when the last few days were not good.

In any case, most of the work should be done in person Рactually speaking  up and translating those words into action Рgiven that the issue is communication and failure at expressing myself.

No more hiding behind the pen (or keyboard, as the case may be).


I wish they would stop shaking her as if she was their money tree.

Someone speculated that all the ‘good luck’ they’ve been enjoying because of her has somehow been draining her and causing the recent bouts of illness.

But superstition or not, their increasingly opportunistic behaviour is distasteful and they have become an embarrassment.


“Don’t say you’re fine – fine is not a feeling. Especially when you are feeling anything but fine.”

I have become so good at hiding that I have lost touch with my feelings.

And the problem with not speaking up is that after a while, or rather many years, not only do I often find myself sorely wanting in the department of forming a personal opinion, I no longer even know what I want.

So messed up I am, no?

Written by The Intimate Stranger

October 22nd, 2010 at 11:41 pm

Posted in i can't breathe

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