Feelings of despair. Feelings of rage. Isolation, confusion.
The weekend was spent with family and visiting the past. That’s never a good plan for anyone that struggles with breaking the bonds of panic and anxiety. It is never a good plan for anyone that is trying to rebuild their life after total destruction by a ruthless and unethical company.
What it IS good for is someone who wants to stay that way or is in the midst of rediscovering their childhood torment or that wants to be in the middle of a recovery experiment.
I however, don’t care for the entire thing. You can’t make anyone happy when you visit. You’re not staying long enough. You stayed with someone else longer, you only had coffee with me but are staying with them…
There is no end to the insanity.
Sprinkle ghosts from a life long ago and you have the makings of a drunken weekend.
Except – I don’t drink.
February 28, 2014