I haven’t written a for a couple of months now, and it’s becoming more difficult to do so. At one point I think I believed that I could write out my worries; that my mind would be clear of the thought congestion inhibiting my poor, abused brain. It’s not worked out like that for some time now.
There is no desire or drive in me to write anymore. Actually that’s not strictly true. I have wanted to write, many times, but the daunting task of putting ink to paper (or in this case fingers to keyboard) felt like a difficult task...
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I’ve been told by social services via my therapist that I need to leave the family home because they believe that I may be a danger to my 13 year old half brother.
A a month or two ago I was play fighting with half-brother, and in a moment I kinda heard the voice telling me to hit him hard, so I did. It told me to do it again, but I stopped. I punched him in the arm, and it kinda shocked us both because it was with more venom than just play fight punching.
So I told my therapist and...
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Ack, I’ve had two things on my mind lately. Well, in the last week, time seems to be flowing slowly when it comes to finding things to do or trying to be proactive, but if it’s a problem, time shifts quicker. Science by sekhu – sure it doesn’t make sense, but we can pretend can’t we?
The first issue is about my biological dad, and whether I ought to contact him. It’s not the end of the world if I don’t see him, and I won’t be butter or sullen about the matter, but it has cropped up in my thoughts...
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