Oh, I am definitely losing it. I'm losing all connection to reality, life the universe and everything. My counselor was a little worried about me from the e-mail I sent her. Now I feel badly. I'm not suicidal in any way shape or form. That doesn't mean that sometimes I'm not in danger of cracking and going catatonic. Well, maybe that's an exaggeration also.
Maybe all that I'm in danger of is letting the kids see me losing my composure and torturing myself with the inability to shut my brain off. Does acid help with that? Just kidding. Alcohol is the only drug I've ever done and I'm thinking to keep it that way.
What I need is a nice long cleansing cathartic expulsion of saline accompanied by sinus swelling and other assorted ocular irritations which will leave me at the end completely and utterly spent and then true peace and contentment can find a home in the resulting empty vessel.
Or, I need to be dropped naked 100 miles into the wilderness. It's funny how crap like what we are all dealing with is only possible once you've climbed up Maslow's hierarchy a couple of levels.
