I know I'm not thinking straight

[crowdog66]

but I can't stop it. Thoughts and emotions keep crashing through me. Is this really what the antidepressants were controlling? This unbearable confusion, this pain that makes death seem preferable? I lie down and hide, but the pain doesn't stop.

I can't talk with a clear and united mind. I'm in a hundred pieces. I'm a forest of fallen leaves. I'm a million drops of rain splashing everywhere.

Comments

[eastpath.livejournal.com]

If I had a rake I would collect you up. If I had a bucket I would catch all your water. Until you can think and talk with a clear and united mind you should not act upon any of your impluses, because at that point that is all they are, impluses. Not clear thought. I would give you clairity if I could. Find something to hang onto so you don't get blown away. I'll try and find a blanket to cover and protect the leaves with.