I can’t say on this site.
Music, this forum, supplements that chill me out.
I’m not currently suffering, when I did suffer I just suffered through it, it was the right meds that alleviated my suffering.
I rely on my few friends to be there for me so I can get things off my chest. They’re kind people.
Hobbies, grateful for having basic things, few friends, thinking sometimes works good, faith blessing and curse.
By hoping… And planning… And eating as best as I can… And friendships…
And… Just keeping buzzzzay
I’m supposed to be suffering?
How is it that no one tells me this stuff?!?
Rude.
Sleep or staying in bed. Realized that a large part of being inpatient is having a bed. I try to emulate parts of being inpatient (e.g. taking a yoga class, as we did have one there).
I do that.i make my house like hospital.
With cigarettes and coffee.
Hmm. . .
Pain, Anguish, Torment, Lies, Deceit, Malevolence Upon Mine Own Hopeful Desires.
Although, As Thus Endless Parade Surrounds My Line Shadow Of Internal Flesh.
I Do Very Little To Complain Much About It.
It’s Life. A Part Of Existence. It Happens. Here Today, Gone Tomorrow. And Back Again.
Like ‘A Perfect Circle’.
No Ending, No Beginning.
And Much To Learn During These Occasional Wrathful Violent Psychological Storms.
Plus!, I Write Poetry, Song’s, Listen To Music. And Pray.
Whatever Will Be Willed Of Me.
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