annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No Next week is going to be a challenge - I'm going to have to make a plan. No writing group, no acupuncture, no therapy, no choir, no Friday art group. And the anniversary of Sam's death. And no fucking money. Meh. On the plus side, my writing group at the recovery centre, starting at the end of next month, is fully booked up and has a waiting list. Yeah, man. And my favourite recovery worker is sitting in on it, which I've requested, while I find my feet again. People in recovery can be tricky - mental health recovery, not addiction, well, not necessarily On the not so plus side, we have a new member of the grieving parents swimming group, mother of another child who took their own life. The last two new people, including our only bloke, who didn't go into specifics of how their children died, apparently they'd taken their own lives as well. Man, that's four altogether, which I guess is something for them - maybe they'll give each other something - I'm sorry I'm not more articulate about this but it's beyond me to express the feelings that arise around this. The first one, A, who joined us at the beginning, back when it was proper cold, dips in and out of anguish - from anguish to laughter and back. You would though, wouldn't you? If you could, if you could find a way back to laughter, no matter how strangulated. I think about them, both the parents and those kids, teenagers, all four of them.
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