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9:34 p.m. - 11/19/03 I don't even want to make this point because I feel so sick even thinking about it - but I was feeling really inferior to Sara these past few weeks. I was watching her work, enroll for school, volunteer, and I felt so utterly like a slug. Or maybe a snail. I felt so wrong for taking so much time getting better; I let the fact that she was doing those things override the fact that I'm not ready for them. I let that fact shame me, instead of being glad to know what I can do right now, to know that I've made progress, and believe I'll grow even better in awhile. It scares me, though. To think that I was feeling so inferior when, it turns out, her motives weren't actually healthy, and she lost track of caring for herself. I have to stop comparing; I really, really do. I have to stop holding myself up against everyone, including the other people I could be "if only." I need to give myself a break, even though that seems ridiculous. All I do is rest! What should I take a break from? But it isn't true. The invisible work wears this girl down. Now and again I realize, I'm not just climbing mountains; I'm trying to move them. I did take a little time today to move myself out of depressive "I hate myself" mode, instead of simply sleeping through it. I don't really hate myself, after all, so I'd rather not feel that way. It's difficult to discern everything behind it right now, unfortunately. I tried to work my way through what I'm feeling, specifically the anger I feel about what's going on, about what's happened, and the anger I feel toward certain people, for certain decisions. I'm trying to understand how and why I'm Speaking of differences, I called four people tonight. Impressive, yes? And I did it with the doctor's "just for the moment, no thoughts about what I need to do in order to do or be something in the future" message in mind. The only sucky part was that not one of the four people I called answered their phone. *Sob.* I know I have sucky phone karma, but I feel like the universe should acknowledge the extraordinary occurrence of Mary Making A Phone Call by allowing someone to be at the other end of the line. I did leave three messages, and I did get past my "I need to talk to someone...but I can't call Sara...I need to talk to someone...but I can't call Sara...I need to talk to someone...but I can't call Sara" impasse to realize there are other people I can call. And I know. You were home tonight and sitting by the phone, and if only I'd called *you!* I'm convinced that every one of my loved ones whom I didn't try was available. But that's ok. I heard recorded messages from dearling voices, and the stretch perked me up enough to reinsert some energy into my life/ day. In other news, I think I might be onto something with an entirely new (and currently unfinished) version of the third play in RMM's three-play extravaganza, I'm obsessed with the desire to return to singing (with people), and apparently, the presence of a fairy wand between my fingers can still vastly improve my mood. abracadabra and all that jazz- � � |