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Posted by Susan47 on February 18, 2005, at 9:11:58
I just awoke and my dreams, my dreams were vivid. STuck in grief, in grieving the loss of babies. My dreams go where my mind, my mind refuses to go. They tell me in stories what I'm afraid to see in life. My life. The loss of those two. The grief is so big; it's stopping me dead in my tracks.
Posted by alexandra_k on February 19, 2005, at 3:29:25
In reply to Torn *Trigger*, posted by Susan47 on February 18, 2005, at 9:11:58
(((Susan))))
I don't know what to say.
Posted by AdaGrace on February 21, 2005, at 7:41:14
In reply to Torn *Trigger*, posted by Susan47 on February 18, 2005, at 9:11:58
Susan, What a shock your writing envokes. I am worried about you. Are you alright?
Posted by Susan47 on February 21, 2005, at 16:56:41
In reply to Re: Torn *Trigger* » Susan47, posted by AdaGrace on February 21, 2005, at 7:41:14
I'm really really glad you're worried about me, AG, am I allowed to say that? Your eyes, they are open? Yes? You see this worthy human being in the mirror, here, there, over yonder? Hello, AG?
Posted by AdaGrace on February 21, 2005, at 17:54:59
In reply to Re: Torn *Trigger* » AdaGrace, posted by Susan47 on February 21, 2005, at 16:56:41
I see another pained soul reaching out towards my own image in the mirror. The eyes are the same shade of tears. The heart beating with the same yearning. Yes I see you/me/you/me. The images transforms back and forth in my view. However, I think perhaps I like the you/me better than the me/you........
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