Hiding

This really isn't my favourite time of year, I guess there are too many bad memories. It has been a few years now however, it would be nice if all stupid memories could just fade away. Or if they at least could stop to drag me down a little bit every year. But then, each year gets easier. So far no crying fits or anything. I just feel a bit off in a strange way. Like I am not quite here, not fully connected to what's happening around me.

Parts of me seriously wish I had some medication right now, some valium or something like that just to take the edge off. But then I know it is silly to think like that, after all, it was the meds that had me crashing in the first place. Ok, that isn't really true, the crashing was a long slow process the medications was just a really good way to make a spectacular dive at the end.
Right now I am quite satisfied with cuddeling up in my own private corner of the world and hide in books and stories.

Hiding is good.

Over and out