The River, i.e. Madness

Dear Friends,

Whew, I had the worst couple of days! Such intense dysregulation. Wow. My throat is still sore from almost continuous shouting, and my body is so very exhausted. My compulsions were so strong. It was so scary! And so disheartening, too, because I had been so proud of my progress in my regulation. It was among my worst experiences being dysregulated. But at least it was short and I feel better now.

I wrote this poem yesterday as I was still in the grips of it. I am so grateful I can still spell when dysregulated. It helps to be able to express my struggle. I am so thinking of my friends who also struggle with this.

Your Friend,

Danny

Madness

If I ever entertain the notion

That I have, through
Sheer hard work and mindfulness and

Wanting it all so all so all so

Much,

Found my way to calm

Stretches

With sandy white banks sloping gently
And languid cicada hums hums hums

Ripples fading softly
And warm humid all around

Me,
And I allow my all so worn out self

To bask bathe breathe

Always I should note:

The river floods.

by Danny Whitty