Yesterday, I spent my day reading psychology and despite experiencing valuable insights I also felt profound sadness. When looking deep into the soul, it is never hard to find imperfections and cracks, and the discovery can be overwhelming – even if you do learn from it.
None of us is whole. Life leaves its scars on all of us.
There is a long list of entries I would still like to add to this blog – and this one isn’t on it – but, as it turns out, this is what I’m writing now.
Currently, I’m sorting through half-written short stories, a few poems and some loose ideas. Among my notes, I found something my shrink had told me to read, months and months ago, which I had forgotten about.
It was a simple Google Keep note, made on my phone originally, instructing me to read what Freud had written on narcissism in 1919.
When I started writing this blog, I worried that no one would ever read it. Now I’m starting to feel a tad concerned about who does. These feelings are probably normal once you’ve posted photos of your own urine online … (My boss is perfectly computer & internet literate!)
For the sake of clarity, this is another kidney post. A lot still has to happen and I want everyone to understand that.
The first steps have been taken. We’re hoping to kick one of my kidneys out … and Satirical Stutter will tell the story – test by test, drop by drop and stitch by stitch.
For those of you regularly reading here, this is a long and cumbersome process. A number of people, including I, are really hoping that this donation will become a reality, but there are no guarantees. Please hope/pray with us.
Where it started
This is debatable, of course. Let me try to resist the temptation of telling entire life stories.