Reflection from August 18th, 2016 @ Age 35
RE: THE **TIPPING** POINT ;0)
I almost started crying in the car with dad on the way over here to Easton. I’m at Starbucks now, just ‘bout a head over to my psychiatrist’s office—but, I wanted to stop and tell you why.
On the way here, in the car—it was the first time since, I think it happened, that I remembered clearly what it felt like right before the fall. My fall—from grace, you know. I mean, I think it was just an ongoing—a long, long and ongoing process; but, I mean—the tipping point. I mean the point at which I went under. Lol, my “sweet” sixteen…
I still, sometimes, can hardly believe I made it out alive. What a relief! To, hah…
To be able to say now—it was, all WORTH it. It’s in the air, it’s in my blood ;0)
When it drops, oooooooh!
Just imagine, just imagine, JUST imaaaaaaagine!
Just dancin’ ;oD