week three ... and I left in a dangerous state ... I was mad :mad:
I held on to control by the skin of my teeth; I was even ready to punish the car... it would not stop shaking on the bumps, I wanted to tire the car by going too fast. At stops and light I wanted to hurt the car so I continued to press the break peddle to the floor while stopped. I yelled with the songs on the radio.
The discussion time was focused on suicide. I responded to someone's question about hypersensitivity and learning to put up a limit between myself and others so sympathy does no longer become empathy.
At the end I shared my week. Valentines week spent with too much presence! many were depressed with solitude. I am too surrounded and too pressed upon with the demands of people at work and the demands of my family. Everyone is a parasite ... taking my time, my energy, my resources for their needs!!! and nothing is felt for me, my projects, my desires. And I got the simple answer find a room to hide in, and put a lock on it. I said I wanted to take my next pay cheque, and install myself in a reclusive convent in Brazil. I get put a lock on the bathroom door. My daughter has the motor tic and explosive temper of touretts symdrome. My husband is sick and my son has major problems at school... and put a lock on my bathroom door.
WELL THE LOT OF THEM AND THEIR WHINNING. solitude solitude. want a simple solution, take language classes and you get to talk to a bunch of people. simple solutions. serve meals at a homeless shelter and there are a bunch of people who will be happy for your time.
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