Working on getting back to (fucked up) normal. Schedule sorted, still in all of my therapies, apartment tidied and (somewhat) repaired. Bruises and scabs multicolor ugly but fading, and I’ve actually eaten some meals.

I was getting ready for my day, doing all the right things. Had time to enjoy my coffee, do my whole skincare regime, even had time to shave. But when I looked into the mirror clean shaven, I still felt the depression continue to pour over me like rain. And the first thought I had was that I’m not so sure I’m going to survive this thing. Actually scares me.

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    Brian Brown

    Robert, Not sure if you get email reply back from this. My heart goes out to you. I care so much about you. Since I began going to face-it I have always had the hope before group that you would be there. You have an energy about you that draws people to you even when your struggling. I wish you could be on our side of yourself to experience that. One of those “draws” has been your writings and interest wish voice overs, etc. That has spurred me on to write and I was wondering if you would read over what I started to write and give me some feedback? It’s 20 pages and really rough draft, on mental health, meaning, spiritual, rolled all up into one. Let me know, I will email back if your interested. Your friend, Brian Brown Yahoo Mail: Search, Organize, Conquer

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