"In the morning I woke like a sloth in the fog"
- Leslie Connor
This journey begins as a dwelling place for my thoughts; my medicated coma dreams that seem so vividly real.
I chose my opening quote for a myriad of reasons. Mornings are not my specialty... In fact my husband 'Blue Moon' would quite rightly accuse me of being quite the ogre... I am the cornflakes advert in the flesh. Another reason was a much cherished friend of mine 'Mad Hatter' nicknamed me as a sloth once when we worked together. Also I found it apt as 'fog' is how I feel lately. The drug fuelled mania is leaving me brushing the fogwebs from my mind in an attempt to continue to live my life.... (prescribed drugs... not illegal shit).
I aim for this to be witty although sometimes a refreshingly dark kind of witty. My dreams and thoughts albeit fog filled. When I'm clear minded enough to think I will speak out and vent my frustrations.
You'll hear me swear, and I'll tell you when I cry... Usually the Chemical Queen helps me out there with a shoulder to cry on (My Mum)... Blue Moon works, work that takes him away a lot. So Chemical Queen stands in when she can as my pillar of support.
I'll leave my opening post short... there's more to come, plenty yet to say... how I got this way, how I'll fix it... and most importantly... the dreams. Ohhh the gloriously hilarious dreams you have when medicated.
For now, until next time; stay safe and don't drink water... fish have sex in it!
