Where Have I Been? I'm Not Sure

Last post, which was quite awhile ago, I promised to contemplate and then post the aspects of my illness I regulary disown. I thought the self-honesty would be therapeutic; I hoped the list might include sights and insights into my illness which others might benefit from . One major conern is memory loss. I've had a tough fall, emotionally. I forgot about my promise here. I forgot I have a blog. I float from here to there, from activity to activity, from hour to hour and day to day. It's a more pleasant existence than I have had for years. As there are fewer and fewer reminders of what normal people's lives are like.

One thing among many that remain, because I am still more intact than not, is the desire to tell stories. So I am going to procrastinate. Don't you know? The impulse to create strikes at the same moment as the impulse to hold back.