Hi Flygirl. It's good to read you. pm me sometime, huh ??
The thing about all this is...that when you look into another survivors eyes and you can recognize their exact form of suffering and desperation and you see the sickness and recognize the illness better than any doctor or shrink or anyone besides a healing survivor could, what do you do
? What do you do when you know that you have the medicine someone needs, and yet you have to be very careful not to look into the eyes of the sick for too long or too deeply lest your disease return for you as well. What do you do then
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There was a time when I had lost all my reference points...I was completely lost. I had to leave everything. I had to get way out on the edge of society. That is where I began my recovery from $tr8 and the ensuing nervous breakdown. I did it by myself. I got rid of all but a very few possessions and I traveled around the country, hitchhikin and exploring my consciousness. It took years to come to some understanding. Thoreau says lose the world and you will find yourself. I say when you find yourself you will recognize the illusion of the world and it will naturally fall away.
The mighty God is a livin man.
I think that we do have some responsibility to each other, not because we were all in $tr8 but because we all have a similar disease and none but ourselves can heal each other. Those poor kids have nowhere to go. No one to help them. It's on us.
Having said that, I find it next to impossible to have mentally unstable folks staying in my house. You can't trust them, can't leave them alone. Don't know what they might do, how they might misdirect their anger...etc...It can be pretty tricky and quite stressful
I think I've done a fairly good job of healin myself, but the disease; that part of me which is still in pieces, remains with me. I am still vulnerable to minor recurrences and strange mental breakdowns. I feel like I have some understanding. It is a dangerous healing. Searchlight casting...