...no matter what happens to the body, or the mind, the soul deserves dignity.
Yes. Yes it does.
I think this year hit me harder than any other, not because of all that happened, which really wasn't all that different than any other manic year, but because I came to the inescapable conclusion that I'm not coping with it as well. My body doesn't bear the stress, my reactions are slower, my thoughts are not as agile. It's almost like that tiny moment between really smashed and puking drunk, when one's brain can't quite catch up with one's eyes and everything feels like it's swinging. You're not really dizzy yet, but if you let yourself think about it too long, you know you'll either pass out, or pray to the porcelain gods.
And see, there it goes again! I know there was a point to everything I wrote above, but for the life of me, I can't remember what it was. Sheesh! Anyway, I'm sure with that twin thing I count on so much, you know what I mean.
Just as I'm sure you'll understand the depth of my gratitude for all your support. I know I've not been nearly as equitable as I ought to have been, but as one stick of wood to leaning on another...