Around the world
Beyond the wall
Before the haze rolls in
Above the trees
Into the clear
Up where the clouds grow thin
Across the sea
Glistening with gold
I’ll take the wind and sole
You’re almost there
You’re out the door
Its not too late
A few steps more
Around the world
New worlds await
Just flip the latch and through the gate
Go through the gate
The garden’s gate
My mother’s gate.
Revisited some of my YouTube favourites tonight.
A great performance and such a sad friggin’ song.
Meh, so it takes me a while to catch onto things. Hell, I only just “discovered” Lily Allen. Saw this on telly for the first time tonight…
Fucking funny, that’s all I can say. I think I totally lost it when the balloon made its appearance. Oh, and after searching for it on YouTube, it looks like it is another pommy export, just like Lily.
… and nothing much has changed unfortunately, although instead of blogging I keep a hand written journal these days. Honestly, I don’t know why I am revisiting this poor, old neglected blog, but I am here anyway.
So, is there any news that I can share with this blog? Hmmm. Well, following another hospitalisation towards the end of 2008, I now have a new dx … DID apparently, along with a bunch of other labels I can’t remember off the top of my head. I would need to take another look at the letter that was exchanged between pdocs. I don’t know if I entirely agree with the DID dx. I think I want a 3rd opinion 
(Kinda funny given who the pdoc was who finally slapped the dx on me … I mean dissociative disorders are his THING … and I have a suspicion that he was waiting since the very first time I saw him years ago for things to manifest so to speak). For better or worse, my head seems to be doing its darnest to agree with his dx. I’m exhausted and haven’t got a bloody clue who I am these days. Its just too damn changeable.
Bah, I’m lost for words now. I may be back, or I may not be. Can only wait and see I guess.
Current Mood:
Blank
Arrived home from a six week hospital stay last night. I may write about it later … not sure. I’m at a loss at the moment because I don’t know what I should be doing. I guess I should slowly start integrating myself back into normal life but … meh, whatever. Time will tell, I guess.
FFS, what does one’s sexuality have to do with being a murderer? The media astounds me! I guess Aussies still have a lot to learn if this type of reporting is indicative of the state of society.
For once it is right, but I’ve no more strength to muster. It’s depleted, left, gone. I’m acutely aware of the destructive influences and, fuck it, I may just give into them. It’s been a long time coming.
