Angels, Compassion, Death, Depression, Etudes, Idealism, Isolation, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Six Words, Spirituality
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#1 by abichica on June 21, 2011 - 8:40 am
loll.. what an awful day you had..
#2 by Carl on June 21, 2011 - 11:30 pm
LOL – This one was smooth. Can’t write about the awful ones!
#3 by LetterzToNoOne on June 23, 2011 - 9:10 pm
If it’s too awful it can be as though there aren’t any words.
#4 by Carl on June 23, 2011 - 10:09 pm
That is exactly right. I spoke with the therapist today about that very thing. We were talking about how the subconscious ideas that seem to drive me down are subconscious because I cannot verbalize them, so she’s trying to get me to verbalize ideas that are counter to the ones that cannot be verbalized. Hopefully that’s not as crazy as it sounds.
#5 by Carl D'Agostino on June 21, 2011 - 12:16 pm
far, far from it
#6 by Carl on June 21, 2011 - 11:31 pm
Thank you, Carl. You are a kind man.
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