I need to be more careful. My mind is not as strong as it once was. I have not managed my trust well. I have not prioritized correctly. I can't afford more setbacks. The Holiday season is coming, and I'm not sure how I'm going to manage that. I need to maintain focus. I feel like I'm trying to thread the needle with these social situations. I need to manage my expenses better. I've had too many people playing with my mind. 

    I need to adopt a mantra: stick to the basics. Stick to the basics. Stick to the basics. I've got to avoid unnecessary distractions, focus on the absolute necessities: work, writing, health. No extra expenses, projects, no getting off course. I know that temptations and diversions will come. I need to keep steady and focused. I keep feeling pulled in different directions. I never thought life could be so complicated. 

    My work has got to be my everything. It's only part of this world that is really me. The past rises up like a nightmare ready to swallow me. 

    I need to stay focused on my writing and my work. It's all that stands in-between me and oblivion. 

   Opening the door to trust is a risk. I have no defenses. One day I will die. Hopefully the truth becomes clear before they bury me. They paint over my words even as i speak them. The world is a dangerous place when people play games with the mind. Thank Lucifer for Psychiatry.

Missing all the pieces of the puzzle. The picture is there. You have to want to see. Most people choose not to.

I never said it was a pretty picture. Greenville Psychiatropy... rest in pieces... when all the states doctors and medicine men could resurrect bipolar again, there then next do you cast the blame? Reflect it back. Find your shame. 

Names... they say I have names... names are all that's left. Names and misplaced trust.