Considering moving my blog for a long time. Never have the determination to do this because I just found that it's the way too stupid to escape from everything instead of facing it.
Anyhow, I pick the way of escaping from the truth instead of "facing" it.
Having a nice talk with C last Sunday nite....yet, I threw up the emotional trash again. I bet that would be the permanent problem of mine. Nothing can help to heal the wound. The wound created by my stupid mind.
Tonite after work, I indulged myself in reading books at Page One. I was trying to find a book that can help me to read my mind. But then, turning out those with "best selling" labeled "Chicken soap of the soul", they are all just too cliche in telling "you can have a better life" or "Life is full of happiness" . Well....will it be too superficial for a "best book seller" to suggest a seriously bipolar client to live happily just stating out some "rules".
I shouldn't criticize them for this as my case is really extreme. No books can help so far. It's just my ignorance to believe that I could bring a book home tonite which can have a little help in covering my big hole of my heart.
And then I called A for a little chat. Telling her how low energy I am. But it's a way too stupid to find A to talk. It doesn't really make sense to talk to another patient. It was just another way of escapism to seek comfort from someone who has the same emotional problem as mine. I allow myself to think normal when getting consent from the abnormal group.
After all....I escaped again from somewhere to this place. Please continue to read my blog in ....here.
