my building's front door had a a fed ex door tag waiting for me the other day. they left it with my super. i didn't order anything. i'm not expecting anything. i'm extremely confused over what it might be. and hoping it's not from my mother. she shouldn't have my address, and if she does, it might freak me out a bit. i don't want her showing up here someday.
i know that there are more of "me" out there. in a country where one in four adults has a diagnosable mental illness, there is a stunning lack of support for the children of mentally ill parents. my story is probably not different than your story. my goal is to tell it like it is, find others like me, and form a network for ranting, raving, crying, and celebrating. join me.
Monday, August 3, 2009
mystery package and the aqarium
my best friend took me to the aquarium with her daughter today. i think my mentioning of the fact that i have spent the last two month's worth of weekends in a depressed funk had something to do with it. and i had a good time. but even now, it's 5 am and i couldn't possibly tell you why i'm still awake.
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