Documenting my journey through the mental health system

My last night off. Tonight, I intend to sing, it’s my last chance. I’m trying to get Ceila to come with me.

My book – the first roughly 120 posts of this blog – was sent back in final form from the publisher. Acknowledgment and dedication have been added. I am re-reading it, again, looking for any last mistakes or names that need changed. Then it will be on Amazon. I had to make a special amazon publisher’s account. From there, I’m not really sure what happens. I know it will be available in print form too, if someone was inclined to buy a physical copy.

I’ve just been sitting with my feelings. I even took my clothes off to air out better with my feelings. I took my meds. And I feel a sense of deep-seated fear and dread but the powerlessness means there’s nothing I can do about it. There’s nothing anyone can do about anything.