Well, here I am again. Miss me, anyone? I thought not.
It seemed like things were going well. I thought I was doing better
Come to find out, I was wrong.
March has been a bad month for me for a long time. My father’s whole fucked up death and afterwards happened in March. St Patrick’s Day, to be specific. I used to avoid green on purpose and dare anyone to pinch me. It used to be really bad. It seemed to me this year that things were going swimmingly. I wasn’t fixated. My mind didn’t drift back. Again, though, I was wrong. Meg informed me that I did go off my rocker, pretty much from February to April. I started feeling a little better in May. I pretty much had stopped eating. I was back down to the 160’s. I stopped sleeping. I stopped lifting weights and throwing darts and taking walks. I didn’t realize it as it was happening, only in hindsight.
I was teaching a class at a local mission and that was taken from me. There were “going in a different direction.”
So….pretty much….here I am….”stuck in the middle again.”
I have a new psychologist. Br. Bob. He’s a cool old dude. Very frumpy, as cool old psychologists should be. He’s helping me see some interesting concepts. A funny thing happened recently. Dr. Bob knows of my relationship with martial arts and he quote a karate Master, Masumatsu Oyama, to me. I know of Mas Oyama. He was my sensai’s sensai. Funny how things are connected.
Mandi said:
It’s good to see your name pop up in my email. 🙂 I’m sorry you’re not doing the best though, I hope frumpy Dr. Bob will be of help. Will be thinking bout’ you guys!!