Good morning overs
Gorge Carlin's "Stuff" I love it, it reminds me of me.
I cleaned out my attic three years ago and hauled two thousand pounds of stuff to the landfill.
I haven't moved in thirty two years so the pile had gotten out of control.
Wouldn't it be nice if we were able to put things about us in a box and toss them in the trash and they would be gone for good? Maybe a highlite and delete button, a little click and paste to make our lives just the way we want them.
Sometimes I'd settle for I wish I knew then what I know now. Even then I probably would have gone on to make other mistakes.
I had a couple phone calls Saturday that afterwards lit my PTSD up like a pinball arcade, my only reaction was to hide in the house and not talk to any one. But the feeling of being so uncomfortable in my own skin was crazy.
I'm back to " normal " now but yesterday was odd. All I did to set me off was tell the mother of my oldest daughter that I cared for her because she was her mom. She lives two hours away and is no threat to me unless carring for her is a threat in my mind.
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