I will say that I feel like the thoughts/memories are so recycled and I am so tired of having to go through it all again, I feel like I am cornered by my own mind. The Merry-Go_Round just keeps going faster. No getting off that sucker or *splat*.

So I smoke pot. Temporary. Sure. No answer to the problem. But a respite. The wheels slow down so I can catch my breath. I've often said I felt like I was going to pop. Best way to describe it.

I'd write a lot more, on a variety of issues, but I recently discovered that my PC is hacked. No privacy. Good thing I never really got in to anything important here.

Later.

(But know that this is where I would be, communicating. If not for some people.)