wasn't the right Rx for what ailed me." "OK, so back to me.", this is something AAers do when hanging on the sidewalk after a meeting. It's done in jest & with dead seriousness at the same time :) Turns out I had Internal Family Systems "split selves" & an 8 y.o. girl I locked in a closet, who was
really pissed; & a 10 year old boy who held all the shame; & a 12 or 13 y.o. boy who wears a light grey hoodie & is wearing Risky Business Wayfarers & holding a very large kitchen knife, like Michael in Halloween. Look out y'all, Kunga Tsondru is back in Lexington to settle the score. Hahah.
Lots of insane people blathering nonsense in this town, or, as Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche says, "Make friends with all of it because no one is coming to save you." I never bought it being a chronic, progressive, fatal illness. We sure miss weed though after carboxylating it 4-12 X a day for 9 years.