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via ticktackkirsten

When the flood gates open, there is no stopping.

One emotion evokes another, till the trickle of thoughts and memories, lovers and disasters become a burst hydrant shooting to the sky with no help in site until a cute fireman comes for a new beginning.

... anytime now cute fireman, anytime now.

There is relief in knowing and accepting that maybe lost and on a mission is who you are.

I have always wanted a tattoo. Nothing that is blatant for all to see, but some sort of hidden reminder of who I am, and for those who know me more intimately, to know who it is I am. I never knew what I wanted, and now that I do I think I am one step closer to less confusion. Progress? I think so.

I saw the broadway show Next to Normal for the second time tonight.

The words, the lyrics, the music, the acting; it is all simply amazing. I have always loved a more modern musical where the music is more from passion and less from random outbursts in a library with jazz hands flying.

I can't decide whether I should be worried though that I can identify so well with the bipolar mother Alice Ripley so intensely performs. I do not have bipolar disorder, but I have had my own feets with heavy doses of medication. The numbing isolation that your brain seems to lock your heart in as you so badly try to be you but the exhaustion of trying to claw your way out of your own skin walls created by these doctors who believe that the real you is the medicated, droned out, zombie for a soul you.

Yes I would say that I understand.