This morning I showered, shaved, brushed my teeth AND hair. This is how when I'm almost through the panic. When I know it's almost over. When I care enough to do more than squirt a little toothpaste on my finger or realize putting my hair in a bun does not equal brushing. When the stubble irritates me so much I finally have no choice, I either shave or scream. This is how I know it's about to subside. This is how I know to hold on just a little while longer. To ignore the die bitch die emails, to ignore the things that are adding to my panic. Hold on it's almost over.
We do for others because we don't know how to do for ourselves. We do for others because we feel it is the only way to make up for the damage we feel our craziness is doing to society. We do for others because it makes us feel good when nothing else in the whole world does, not even pills. We stay quiet and sit in the corner because others seem so much more needy. We require so little, you and I. A fact which does not sit well with others who would label us as too much to handle. When in truth, all those such as us really need is a bit of understanding, a bit of reciprocation, maybe a touch on the cheek once in a while and a sly wink. The rest of the world is needy. I'd rather be crazy. ~~Aimee