I had a bit of a psychotic episode last night… (just the all consuming fire again, only I reacted to it and panicked.)
Since I’m having a disorganized day and still feeling a bit like I just got out of a car crash, and I do believe my greatest achievement today will be to put on some pants… (but the jammies are so warm)
I’ve been sitting here pondering… it keeps me calm.
When I was in my onset, I lost a lot of friends and I felt sorry for myself about that. Damn SZ, why me.? But then when I got stable and quit drinking and being a user and abuser… friends came back.
But my sister has been coughing up blood and was in hospital for nearly a week… The stress absorbing and anorexia is out of the bag now…
Yesterday afternoon, one of her “friends” actually pretended not to see her, know her, and pretended to forget where she was. Turned and walked the other way. (we’re on a dead end street into the water so that was a funny thing to see… how do you pull that one off?)
It seems like being any kind of ill will lose you some fake friends.
I personally am happy for this. I hated that “friend” of hers for a long time. (this is the one who WANTS to be a stripper and a prostitute.) But I know for my sis, it’s an eye opener.
Note to self… any illness will help you sort your friends.