43 Years in Hiding
Copyright© 2012 by JPM
Chapter 7
Now at 473 wins. I can so easily concentrate on those silly cards. No idea why.
Someone, a teacher in High School, once told me I could write a story and make the reader feel the pain and laughter in my words.
I never really believed it before and my attempts here are hopefully making some sense.
I need to reiterate that this is therapy for me. I know there are no rewards or prizes at the finish line here.
I hope to banish my demons as they come sliding out of the dark place in my mind.
This has only been going on since Wednesday evening. April 25, 2012.
Time stood still in those hours. I know I freaked out my son and his girlfriend.
They could see I had been crying. Probably heard my sobs.
And my poor therapist. I left her a voicemail. I let her know the demons I had found. The sorrow I was feeling.
Yet, I did not feel the black pit of despair. I felt fine in that regard. No black hole to sneak into or get swallowed up in.
I am writing and editing as I let my fingers fly on the keyboard here. Any errors or goofy sentences are mine and mine alone.
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