The following came up in my memories dated exactly one year ago. Lulu and I were in CC at her orientation. On the surface all was shiny but underneath there was an undercurrent of turmoil.
The more things change, the more they stay the same. I was attempting poetry. Pre-therapy ordered though. My own coping mechanism brought forward from my youth.
Sometimes I wonder why we do this to ourselves
The pressure for perfection is intense yet there is no such thing
Just beyond our grasps forever eluding our capture
I want all this but at what cost?
Is it worth it?
Doesn’t peace of mind mean anything?
I want to tell her the truth
I wish she’d Fail! Quit! Surrender!
That way she can believe there is light and life even after
As always more to come