I was in the nuthouse for the last 30 hours I think. An intervention. Seems people close to me had noticed signs of trouble for the last few weeks. This last week in particular so they tell me.
I'm given serious meds again.
My doc besides everything else suggested I do what I enjoy. I like to write so she said I should reopen this page, and do just that. So here we go again.
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As luck has it you are very good at what you enjoy.
Good to see you back.
Z
The thing about becoming a bit nuts is that you don't see it.
My friends read this page, and noted I was going off. That wanting to drop nukes was the emergency flare to them. Me I just thought I was being witty. I'd turned my phone off, and shut off my email. I didn't want anything or anyone.
So a few close friends came to my front door. I wouldn't let them in for a bit. However being friends they waited me out.
They got me help.
Yeah, nuctacular fantasies don’t really seem like your usual self.
It’s good to have true friends who will wait you out and see that you get what you need. This is a fortunate thing.
Z
As the Jehovah Witnesses say "I'm Blessed".
Blessed with friends from childhood that know my stupid shit, and how to deflate, and or disarm it. This some dear pals from my old block which is around the corner. My sister, and her lawyer thought when finding a place after my houseless period. Thought that it might be better for me to be in a familiar setting.
The old 'Hood.
There are still folks from my kidhood with houses in the area. Ironically though literally a block away we chat mostly on Facebook.
Anyway some have been fans through my radio, and now online life. Like I sez they noted I had gone further over the edge than they'd ever seen.
When I shut down my email, and this page they were afraid for me so came over that night,...they wouldn't take no for an answer. Yes I admit I was not especially rational for a while.
So yes Blessed.
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