today, instead of writing a new “draft” post from scratch, i spent some time editing and finalizing a post which i had been working on for my other website for weeks before the 100-weekday creator challenge even began: On Synchronicity —a reflection on the time i broke into a manhattan apartment during a psychotic episode almost a decade ago. i’m not sure why i struggled for so long to finish the post - though i’m sure there was some subconscious ambivalence - and i still feel that my reflections are a WIP and far from complete. but then again, perhaps the experience left such a fissure in my understanding of things that my processing of it will never truly be “finished”…
Whoa incredible and beautiful story. It's almost like in a psychotic state, there is no anxiety, because while i was reading your story, i felt anxious for you but could tell that the you who was there had no anxiety. Plus, it was so in your nature to leave helpful messages - to be supportive. I will be thinkning of this for a while. . . the idea that maybe those exaggerated emotional states are glimpses at Truth. Thanks for sharing.
Whoa incredible and beautiful story. It's almost like in a psychotic state, there is no anxiety, because while i was reading your story, i felt anxious for you but could tell that the you who was there had no anxiety. Plus, it was so in your nature to leave helpful messages - to be supportive. I will be thinkning of this for a while. . . the idea that maybe those exaggerated emotional states are glimpses at Truth. Thanks for sharing.