Hi Pam and Everyone,
Thank you for checking in on me. I'm still here as you can see. I've started to read a book about repressed rage, which is a big part of what is 'bothering' me. I feel rage at Lesley's untimely death. Rage at how the rest of my so-called 'family' won't even mention her name any more. Rage at this 'festive' time of the year. Rage at how the medical system let Lesley down because they were not yet advanced enough to have any idea what was wrong with her. Rage at my boss for giving 3 days of 'mourning leave'. (But of course, what could they do - put me on 'indefinite grief and rage disability' - ?! Rage, rage, rage - ! It's not just anger but goes far beyond that. I am sure many here know exactly what I'm talking about. Most of the time we all have to repress our rage in one form or another. I let my 'beast' out in the open through my poems some times. (Of course, I've previously tried cigarettes, alcohol, pills, and various botched suicide attempts.) Again, I know this is raw, but I know I am not alone here from what some of you have shared with me.
Thanks again for listening. I am grateful.
Love,
Helene