tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517881874258683381.post5300401775602917964..comments2023-06-25T08:45:08.985-04:00Comments on Not Even A Wren: rain.meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10064483599165161879noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517881874258683381.post-16134380370817353802011-03-04T05:21:15.874-05:002011-03-04T05:21:15.874-05:00Hugs.
I'm tired of waiting for things to get b...Hugs.<br />I'm tired of waiting for things to get better. Waiting until my life can start again.<br /><br />...and I know what you mean about seeing the police pull up outside..... two screeched to a halt outside my house last weekend.<br />"Thankfully" they were attending a domestic dispute which ended without violence.<br /><br />But thanks to "the accident", the police will forever be associated with death and devastation in my mind forever more....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517881874258683381.post-62602045086894429612011-02-28T19:52:12.594-05:002011-02-28T19:52:12.594-05:00Bev's right. For me this life, this new life h...Bev's right. For me this life, this new life has been so much about control. Not letting IT beat me. Right from the start I thought that, and it has helped having to fight that battle every day, to turn the anger outwards. 939 days later it is still a battle, but my determination is the same - it isn't going to win.J-in-Waleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02390582364341730481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517881874258683381.post-82541174804559693502011-02-28T15:31:20.844-05:002011-02-28T15:31:20.844-05:00Thinking of you. Sharing your pain.Thinking of you. Sharing your pain.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517881874258683381.post-83827425576842937732011-02-28T12:58:52.044-05:002011-02-28T12:58:52.044-05:00Actually, your words speak for many of us. These ...Actually, your words speak for many of us. These days, when someone shows me a lump or bump, I immediately think, "uh oh, cancer." My young dog going off her food for a couple of days and throwing up once or twice is enough to make me feel sick - in a distressed way. A couple of weeks ago, an online friend got badly injured at his job and I'm kind of amazed at the size of the shadow it cast over my moods. I have come to anticipate accidents, diseases, attacks, disasters in spite of telling myself that nine times out of ten - or even 99 out of a 100 - or 999 times out of a thousand - everything turns out to be okay. How crappy to see the world through almost-black glass. However, I do fight back - and *hard*. I will not let these thoughts control my life. I refuse. I will not.bevhttp://magickcanoe.com/blog14noreply@blogger.com