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Another year, another sets of battles with my mental health. Lost, now found, will be lost again. Workload moderate, that is, for 2025. What will 2026 do to me? No one believes my stories about rumours and gossip and my therapist won’t assist me to improve my memory and concentration abilities. Why? Hard and fast scientist who thinks his teachings are always right. My faith is weaker than I want to be.
Meanwhile, I can’t seem to stop making up domain names about the inner and outer anatomy of Indians, Filipinas, Africans, and Thais. Penises, vaginas, buttocks, ejaculation, oral sex, breasts, sex, curves, hair and so many more. My mind is frazzled and work is work. I’m trying to escape but no one to help me. Maybe I should contaact my sister, but she’s so busy with her life. What to do?
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