It is one of my records; handling mood swings within half an hour. I’m still not over my post traumatic stress. If you say it’s because my bi polarity (‘disorder’ is nasty and wrong; trauma is certainly not depression. It is extreme violation of a personal emotional threshold) you’re wrong.

Anyway I ended up looking like Shrek’s Fiona. Eyes swollen and totally puffy; headache and nauseous. I went to bed early on Wednesday and cleaned my soul by crying a fountain of tears.

My mind and body are my temples and even though life can spill them; I like to keep mine pure and healthy. And that is hard because this pain is a filthy wound. And I can never erase the memories of the experiences that changed me.

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