I'm exhausted. So I'm shutting down shop here at "Coming Out Crazy" for a few days. I desperately need a break, or I'll get sick. Paranoid. Delusional. Racey. Manic. Writing yesterday's post and teaching two classes at two different Seneca Campuses, and driving in treacherous road conditions -- to get from one to the other with limited time -- took its toll.
I know myself and I can medicate to prevent anything serious from happening -- that's what 49-years of psychotherapy gives you. Insight and foresight. I'm seeing Dr. Bob on Tuesday. Another layer of the onion peeled off last week and I cried my heart out. So now, we have to process what it all means in the big scheme of things. It's painful but productive work that frees up my mind until the next layer peels away. I never know quite when that will be.
This week, it's been on my mind, running and repeating in the background, like an old movie - haunting me.
I'll answer any comments you write about yesterday's post "Stigma" sears the wrong people" -- or even this one -- but that's it until next week.