First... second... third

[crowdog66]

First the flu. Second, depression. And now the third -- Ipsos in one hour.

I'm hanging on by my fingernails. How can I look so coherent on the outside when I'm in ruins on the inside? Medication is a lie, all the skills I learned to shore myself up a prolonged joke.

Ashes. Embers. Poison. Razors. Black falling into white falling into black. Why won't it end?

Comments

[eastpath.livejournal.com]

*hugs* I wish I had a magic wand to wave to make it all go away. Here to listen if you need a another ear.

[metisbutterfly.livejournal.com]

Ditto to what eastpath said, crowdog. You know where to find me..
My support and thoughts and energy are with you.

*hug*

[dark-puck.livejournal.com]

I wish I had the ability to teleport so I could give you a real hug. Like those above me, I'm here for you.