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Fidgety mind
2009.10.10
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What was drawn in the afternoon, after that blog of the morning. What a difficult day. But drawing it made it better...
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What was drawn in the afternoon, after that blog of the morning. What a difficult day. But drawing it made it better...
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He's nothing to do with this blog, but I had to put him somewhere near.
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He's nothing to do with this blog, but I had to put him somewhere near.
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Fidgety mind
uprooted body
"Things" not healing
Should I worry
but I cannot do otherwise
there are no solutions.
If only I could find that hope
that peace that makes people thrive towards their utter best
That drive and purpose
that makes them do the right(est) actions
for their better good
For the best
Then, I could, have some hope to heal.
Instead, anxiety
angst for no reason other than poor sleep
for many nights
mind
convinced that
there is no better
than this
and it won't last
very long
Tears don't even come
only tensions
mental, split, tensions
An homeopath who doesn't really help
Craniosacral which stopped nurturing
A person that had cut away
I feel his help has drifted
away
Closer to the "politically correctness"
that he learned was due.
By that other imbecile.
It was so nurturing,
I had hope then
that things would get better.
I felt looked after.
Now, I feel left out.
He is only a therapist,
but if I was one,
I sure would give a bit of time to follow my clients
when they need help
and the dark waters run over them again
in the uncomfortability of their own homes
alone
surrounded by others but
alone
What is this society that needs so much therapy
because there is no more human contact
to look after the individual and its emotional and mental needs?
I am not even talking about the physical needs
of the elderly and children, those
are usually obvious
usually looked after
(even though not always...)
Strange society
What do I do in it?
Wait to be manipulated and told what to do by sillies that know nothing better than pills?
I hope the sleep will come back
with tender and caring, useful dreams
the healing will be allowed to come closer to me
So to give me hope
That I
Can improve
Change
be better
Within.