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Posted by Fivefires on October 13, 2007, at 0:49:27
I feel like I'm wasting away.
Feelin' like heaven must be better than this.
Just thoughts ... but sooo many.
Don't know what to do about this. No one to talk with about it. Wish still had my home and my Dad in midwest so could get away from here for a while.
Hope someone still up over there or up there. Maybe someone over there < ,
5f
Posted by Fivefires on October 13, 2007, at 0:54:55
In reply to Any1 up? So lonely, beaten, whipped *trigger*, posted by Fivefires on October 13, 2007, at 0:49:27
Days turned to months and months have turned to years and still no one has heard my cries for help. (Not you all.) I've thought and thought and thought of a way to move on or over or somewhere, anywhere but here and in this, and just can't find a way out. So tired of these damn meds. No 'rehab' for the poor. I'm not faking something severe just to get the attn I need, or 'should I?'. How else will I get it. Don't know what to do. No one cares here (I mean this literally, 'here' 'where I am'.) There's something bad around me; I can feel it. It won't go away no matter how I try to plow my way thought it. This isn't like me to be held in this manner. I want out!!!
5f
Posted by Phillipa on October 13, 2007, at 12:00:47
In reply to Not 'literally' beaten, whipped *trigger*, posted by Fivefires on October 13, 2007, at 0:54:55
FF same feeling and even the pups look at me wierd like I won't be here long? Love Phillipa
Posted by Fivefires on October 13, 2007, at 14:56:14
In reply to Re: Not 'literally' beaten, whipped *trigger* » Fivefires, posted by Phillipa on October 13, 2007, at 12:00:47
My thoughts were so bad, but meds dulled the pain, maybe I was praying(?); fell asleep unexpectedly.
Anywayyy ... I awoke w/ a small, again unexpected, funky sort of 'good feeling about myself, and about me and this life'. At the moment I realized this, I knew it wasn't anything tangible or logical, but instead *it was faith* in a form in me or with me.
Here Phillipa; I'm sending you some; I love you.
5f
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