then today i started recalling and writing and all i could think was "how did i make it through all that shit and come out the other side" and my second thought was "who is going to believe this all happened to one person?" and it started to become a big heavy thing in the room. so i took a seroquel and ended up taking a nap because of that.
pacing myself is the key. there is more writing than gathering to be done now. it's time for me to step up and be sane enough long enough to get this all down and get it out there.
so now i'm awake and everything is shiny.