No amount of therapy has dissipated the dark energy plaguing me. It has only dusted off the skeletons in the closet still laughing grimly.
I think I will name them Joe and Ned – there are more, of course, but less is better said.
Perhaps I will invite them to tea and ask them what they must say to me because they keep just hanging around with no ground to stand upon.
Meanwhile, I am stuck in partial sleep walking.
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