Crisis

 I went into crisis yesterday. A bunch of events lined up along with the bodily injury called surgery and this old brain skittered to the bad place of hungering for peace through self punishment and a friend was there on the phone to talk me down. I don't want to give details. All actions seem predictable in hindsight, with physical, mental, and technological issues lining up and the old brain getting excited and the new brain not strong enough in the circumstances. But time heals.

copy of slide from COCC Theatre

Dear Will:

I needed you so yesterday.

Love,

Kake

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