In the last few days i have written a class note at post Harvard.edu,, an email to my father (about sexual abuse), a thank you ketter to my doctor at the extended acute care unit i stayed on for 8 months before coming here; and numerous posts here. Last thing i remember, before neeting my ex i scrawled on a piece of paper, in large letters, “i am too broken to write. ” The sound of the pen touching the paper distracted me and sent my thoughts skittering away. After awhile– out in California with Alex– i couldn’t even write a check.
Im healing.
