ABC Wednesday......
L is for LATE.....
and LYMINGTON
...and LOW.....
I was away last Wednesday.
My partner & I went off to the New Forest for a few days.
Hence the late posting for "L".
So here we go.....
...some cobblestones from Lymington, one of the places we visited...
....first looking uphill...
then pointing the camera straight down:
and some LOBSTER POTS from LYMINGTON HARBOUR
The harbour was cold but busy and refreshing....
But despite LONG walks through beautiful scenery,
I began to sink LOWER
and LOWER....
...till on Friday I was Lower than I have been in a very long time.
Regular observers of this blog will know a little about how Bi-polar disorder affects my life.
Friday was a Low day.
In Medieval times there was an instrument of torture called The Rack.
Your ankles were fixed at one end, your wrists at the other.
Wheels were turned and your wrists and ankles were pulled in opposite directions.
You were stretched, tendons torn, sinews breaking, limb from limb.
Imagine a rack in your head.
The inner workings of your head are fixed to it.
And stretched.
All at once your mental strings are plucked, punished and pulled.
In the end I was hitting my head with my hands.
Crying.
I wanted to bang my head against the wall.
My partner stopped me.
A few Little blue pills.
A Long sleep.
It's Sunday.
I'm surfacing.......
....back to Life....
but for how Long?
and LYMINGTON
...and LOW.....
I was away last Wednesday.
My partner & I went off to the New Forest for a few days.
Hence the late posting for "L".
So here we go.....
...some cobblestones from Lymington, one of the places we visited...
....first looking uphill...then pointing the camera straight down:
and some LOBSTER POTS from LYMINGTON HARBOUR
The harbour was cold but busy and refreshing....
But despite LONG walks through beautiful scenery,
I began to sink LOWER
and LOWER....
...till on Friday I was Lower than I have been in a very long time.Regular observers of this blog will know a little about how Bi-polar disorder affects my life.
Friday was a Low day.
In Medieval times there was an instrument of torture called The Rack.
Your ankles were fixed at one end, your wrists at the other.
Wheels were turned and your wrists and ankles were pulled in opposite directions.
You were stretched, tendons torn, sinews breaking, limb from limb.
Imagine a rack in your head.
The inner workings of your head are fixed to it.
And stretched.
All at once your mental strings are plucked, punished and pulled.
In the end I was hitting my head with my hands.
Crying.
I wanted to bang my head against the wall.
My partner stopped me.
A few Little blue pills.
A Long sleep.
It's Sunday.
I'm surfacing.......
....back to Life....
but for how Long?*****
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