Small victories. Les petite victoires. I'm feeling much better. Jean's out and about right now.
It's me. Kim. ME. I can say it now. I can use my own words, I can use pronouns! I can type grammatically, though I'm having to resist the urge to add multiple exclamation marks and chatspeak to this as I type. I feel almost back to normal. It's been a slow progress, but something must have happened, just snapped in my head, and pulled me back to reality. I'm normal. Normal-ish.
We've been in this town a week. No sign of -
Okay, not that much, I'm not going to push it. Sorry. There are still some things that I can't-- that I struggle with. Jean said that getting me to be coherent and aware is a massive improvement to how I was. I don't want to look back on the other posts. It made sense in my head but there was something in the connection between my head and my mouth.
Jean is slumped. She was happier some when I got back together last week. (She uses the term "Came back" but I didn't go anywhere, I was just locked up in my own head...) But she's not well at all. I'm so relieved that I'm able to talk that everything else seems distant, but nothing seems to stay happy for her anymore.
I'm babbling again. It's difficult to keep my head safe, but I'll do it. For Jean. She doesn't deserve to lose anyone else. Then again, nobody deserves to lose their friends... their family.
Just an update, and I had to display my new-found powers of pronouns to the world! I hope Jean gets back soon-- there's an envelope for her. I hope she didn't go out drinking again.
Based on the posts I've read, Nick really liked you two, and would offer words of encouragement about now.
ReplyDeleteI'm not really that touchy-feely. Stop drinking, and rejoice! Neither of you are vegetables.
Kim. You're back. After all this time. Congratulations.
ReplyDeleteMakes me smile.
Hey punkin', how you doin'? Uncle Riddles just stoppin' by to say good luck wit' yo' ... uh, whatever. I mean, we's totally gonna kill you an' shit anyway, but it's always fun when they put up a good fight. Least that's what Master always says. I'm rambling, I apologize, I should stick to the point, but at this point I don't really think I remember what my point is. If it was ever there to begin with. So Imma go now, k bye.
ReplyDeleteStay frosty honeychile.
EN: According to the Ridley guy, I'm a punkin. And I'm fairly happy. Jean's better now that she's nursing a hangover.
ReplyDeleteHime: I'm glad there're still smiles out there.
Ridley: I'm not quite sure what we're doing either. We'll put up a fight though, I can tell you that. Also, you kinda remind me of my elementary school gym teacher. Just thought you should know.
Have I ever responded to one of your posts before? I can't remember. Doesn't really matter anyway. Congratulations, hold onto that sense of self, it will serve you well. Obvious advice, but sometimes them most obvious advice is the most helpful. Sometimes we miss the most obvious signs. Not going to let this get too deep, just offering congratulations and of course to wish you both:
ReplyDeleteGood Luck