Couch 127: The Wayward Couch

My son bought a turntable today and a Megadeth LP. He is wanting to go back in time to hear his favorite music the way it was originally sold....

Forgive me. Just had to put this somewhere. Jeckle/Hyde night.

I'm hanging in the garage outside till he goes to sleep. I don't want to be here. I don't belong here. My youngest needs me.

My oldest is getting married Wednesday and I'm so happy for the man he's become and his amazing wife to be. I love her so much.

Things are coming apart. I don't know how to hold them together. Maybe it's not my job, but it's scary.

Not really sure what I'm trying to say. I guess I'm just rambling.

Listening to this. Hope it's ok that I share it.



It's gonna be ok. It's just a weird place for now.

Still awake.

Things with mom still aren't good. Another family member is flying out to help me. She needs medical care but continues to refuse

I hope he enjoys the scratches! Tell him we used to tape coins to the back of the needle also, no iphone, no computer, no microwave!!!

Sending you safe hugs, Trail. I'm so sorry you're going through the bad stuff. Glad your son has found a wonderful woman that you love too to be his wife.

My last day off, ugh. Hopefully I don't take the flu to work and decimate the entire office!

I had a meeting with my sup today about my stats starting to slip. I explained that something is going on w me but I'm not sure what and I'm working thru it. I want t.

Carrie Fisher died today.

Oh how sad! I love her!

She will be missed by many, including me.

I thought she was very funny. I laughed so hard while reading Postcards from the Edge that I was crying.

Carrie Fischer was severely bipolar which is probably why she didn't act that much and wrote more sorry she did a lot US to series I apologise.

She also was an alchoholic and my mom had her book wishful drinking. I worry the alchohol is doing the same to my moms heart. Love Carrie Fischer and I will miss her too

I am sorry your mother is having a hard time, GC.

I found an almost empty bag of chicago popcorn mix that my ex-dog loved to eat with me. He got the cheese kind and I ate the caramel. I forgot I still had some left. As soon as he smelled (I guess - or heard - he would come from where ever he was) it, he would come and sit on my feet and wait for me to feed it to him when the other dogs were outside- one for him and one for me until the little bowl I used for it was empty. Cheesy popcorn and bananas were his special favorite treats. And now I can add bag of popcorn to the list of stupid things that cause emotion in relation to said beasty.
On the other hand - pup just got a new treat that he thought was okay - he ate it but not with the glee/obsession of exdog. My old cranky dog won't eat it at all - I have to get him a plain biscuit which he takes to his bed and takes about an hour to consume.

I hope your mom is okay

((( SD )))

((( GC )))

Thank you Art!! Not a good night. Thank you for hearing me!!

I will become stronger.

My boys give me strength. My time with my counselor was good tonight too!

A new year is on its way!!

I just found a letter from a pdoc from when I was 18 years old. Do you think "odd" as in strange is an acceptable psych term. The exact phrase was "she was odd and at times unresponsive" it's a very subjective term as far s I can see, or is it?

Supportive pats on back all round

Not much help to anyone.

Who wants to interpret a dream? Last night I got a letter from DBC, but it wasn't a letter written by her - it was a letter written by her former therapist (name Rene R-something if that helps) to her about me, because DBC had consulted her about me because I'm "a complicated case." Don't remember what else the letter said, but it went on for a few pages. No cover note from DBC. My major feeling in the dream could best be described as puzzled.

Perhaps Rene is Brene Brown?