I don't remember posting for my birthday.
I don't remember anything much at all. My short term memory is shot to shit.
I'm so traumatised right now I can barely function. But I made an appointment to see a psych who can help me get back on track... who can listen while I scream and rant and rave and cry and howl and laugh and swear...
I don't know what day it is. Nor what time or month. Somedays I have trouble remembering my name. Worst of all is driving... that's scary. So many things are scary right now.
But I have a radio finally. And I leave it locked onto classic FM. Because there is something about classical music that heals. From the in, out.
I'm going to revamp my websites soon. I may delete all of them. I don't know if I'll ever be an artist or a photographer again. I don't know if I'll be anything again. It's all I can do right now to hold my head above the incoming tide of grief......