Maybe I just missed them.
Our home internet still off, so I dashed to Marcel on Valley and have a small cup of local wild mushroom and barley soup at my side at this community table. Plus: the free water, bread and butter on the side.
Must work and then meet Punchy's bus at 4 p.m.
I want to remember this feeling.....the aftermath of guilt and shame...the worries about damage I have done...hopes I have dashed, hurts I have inflicted. I don't want to revisit that painful, powerless anger.
Signing off at 3:06 p.m.
Thanks for listening.
PLEASE NOTE: I decided to call my dark, vicious mood Sunday BREAKDOWN--though it wasn't officially a breakdown, I was definitely at a breaking point--so that I could use it as a starting point to study recovery from it.