I woke up at 5:15. Feels like Christmas morning. I took a shower. We don’t leave until 7:45 or 8. I’m excited. It’s almost my BIRTHday!
I had a revelation in the shower.
Old Thought: I can’t have that.
New Thought: I can have all things God wants for me.
I feel the power of the old, the peace of the new. Surrender. I believe it. No conscious cognitive therapy involved.
I’m going to my aunt’s today. I want to ask for the house. I keep getting flashes of things that scare me, of reasons not to want to live there alone, aside from the fact that it’s next to nowhere. Snakes and intruders mainly. No readily accessible emergency services. Poor medical care. I know nothing about septic tanks or wells. Maybe it’s just a dream. At least it’s my dream. A dream worth having. Besides, God kills snakes. I pray a snake doesn’t kill Ellie.
I feel like I’m missing meds. Or I just slept great. Hmmm… What did I switch around last night?
I’m going to listen to “The Elegance of the Hedgehog” audiobook. Noreen recommended it. Thomas found it at the library. I put it on my ipod. I’m almost afraid.
But of what? Liking audiobooks?
No. That I won’t be able to tolerate those either.
Dammit, Michelle. Enough already. STOP AVOIDING. Don’t think. Just dance.
Yeah, I need to do that too.
READ THE DAMN BOOK.
Alright already. Geez, lay off.
Mom’s upset I’m up early. I feel like I’m missing Seroquel from a diet healthy in psych drugs, but I know I’m not. Hmmm… I really must trim some of my specialty medical care. I pay upwards of $900 a month right now in care not covered by my insurance. And that’s not a typo. Where did I get lost? How did this happen? Probably the same way new wardrobes showed up in my closet when I was manic. This time I’m collecting people. You’d think they were priceless.
I feel an overarching sense of excitement and impending doom. I’d like to sleep but I’m wired and already dressed. I told Auntie I’d make her pancakes. Gotta get there first. I know. I could upload back-pictures or do my credit counseling online. And take some Benadryl so I can breathe.
Over and out, Chickadee.
Michelle Routhieaux 2015