so, today I went to a support group for suicidal people…. and they talked about the effects of stress on the human body, and breath training…… I have BS in psychology and have been in therapy for over twenty years. You seriously think I don’t know how to breath? or the effects of stress? For pity sake, I was doing breath exercises when I was 12…. here I am 21 years later realizing that there’s nothing better.
so, I also got an appointment with a therapist out of the whole thing……. not optimistic. The theme today was finding hope. What fucking hope? It’s a miserable species and it can come up with no more creative place for me than waiting to shuttle around children that the state can’t bother to provide decent care for, for $18 an hour….. benefits are good, but I guess I thought there was more to life than this.
whatever, I’m stuck on this planet while I work up the momentum to die….. futile is all that is available.