I hear ya, Reality,
Different boat I'm in, but the same stuff suffocating the life out of me.
It's a lousy deal. There is physical pain, then there is the pain of existence.
I can relate to the pain and anguish you live with. I'm at my wits end. Another forum highly suggested to my attention Clair Weeks' book
Hope and Healing for Your Nerves. I just read a few online reviews and I was mildly interested. (Of course, this malaise has robbed be of all capability to sit/to read a book.) Perhaps it may be of some even small help to you, dear Reality. Hang in there, 'cause you really are worth it ... even though we do not know that of ourselves now, we
will know it again. We've got to daily
affirm something, right?
Keep us posted here. We care.
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Traveling west back toward Eden (interestingly the wise men in the Gospel account of Jesus' birth came from the East), has been full of confrontation with
the trials and tribulations of living outside the Garden.
She is an artist without doubt disappointed that paradise was not as close in 1969 as she and so many others hoped it was. Her work is now filled with the reality of humanity's failure to achieve the prophetic dream of her song, but never without the hope that that day will yet come.