2 months after and riding my bike!
So much emotion of late. Emotions about recent hardships, emotions about childhood experiences. I realize now it's what PTSD describes, the triggering of extreme emotions by apparently mundane events. Like picking up the crap behind the freezer after months of nobody doing it. Finally I'm strong enough to do it myself, and there's a box from pico salax treatments to get me ready for the colonoscopy. I was at my most miserable then. Sick nearly to death and hanging on by the meniscus on the coconut water. I saw it and started weeping about what I went through. Or I hear about some school thing or childhood thing and am brought back to an event from childhood. Today I was remembering the principal who accused me of crocodile tears. There I was, helpless in a brain storm, weeping, stupid, terrified, overwhelmed, and this guy would repeatedly inform me that I was psychotic and unable to perceive my own motivations. From my POV, I m...