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[miladycarol]

Who am I? I can’t remember very well. I have become less and less myself over the past months. I can’t even pinpoint an event or a day when this began, but I find myself mired in the midst of this swamp and I have lost the trail.

How does one forget who they are? If I knew that, it might not have happened. All I do know is that it slinked into the room, shut off the lights, spun me around a few times and dumped me here without a map and only a pack of wet matches.

Okay, so here I am. Now what? I’ve recognized I have this problem, I guess that’s step one. I am admitting it publicly, I suppose that counts for something. I know the ultimate cure is to find the root of the problem and work toward correcting it, but I will need to hack and claw my way through this dense swamp of symptoms and conditions before I can even find the root cause. I will take this one step at a time. Tonight, I pick a direction at random and begin to tear down the veils of moss and lichen.

Comments

[karjack.livejournal.com]

Keep in mind that you're also going through a fairly harsh medical process right now. It's bound to result in some off-kilter feelings. The winter weather, combined with the medication and the exhaustion that results are all things that could very easily contribute to depression.

Make time to rest, and to dedicate a few hours here and there to simple relaxation free of worries and obligation. If you need a compatriot with which to go out and do stuff, or even just to share a cup of tea in the garden, I hope you'll give me a call.

You've got tribe. Remember that.

[wyliekat.livejournal.com]

Sorry to hear you're having a rough go of it.

It's been my experience that at some point, you'll turn around and see that you've been there, all along. Just not in your usual spot.

[indiecowboy.livejournal.com]

ALWAYS call me. Don't hesitate. Tribe is here. For love and healing when things make no sense.

I love you, milady. I love you so much.

[pjack.livejournal.com]

Have you checked the couch? Because sometimes when I lose things, they end up there. Who knows... you might be there now.

Hugs!

Pjack

[gwyd.livejournal.com]

This happens to people who are growing. Sometimes change is disorienting and dislocating. I've been through it a few times myself. It is a sign that it's time to evaluate and identify core values.

You're an East Coaster originally, did you have catidyds? Those little bugs that chirp at night. In the Summer we'd find their old skins stuck to the sides of trees. The bug is the same, but the old skin didn't fit anymore.

Figure out what parts of you are central and which were just skin.