I'm doing a little better this morning.

I had about 4 rum-and-cokes in me last night when Izzy was really presenting himself.

For those of you who asked in PM, Izzy is what I'm calling my dissociated emotional state, because I had a visual image of him (it?) as a dark gray sphere with the word "Is" written on it in white letters, because he (it?) just wants his existence acknowledged.

So, I named him "Izzy," and he's a mean MF'er.

Puffer, thanks. At 36, I'm glad to be on the young side of anything.

Smart Shadow, I'm not sure if this is part of the plan. Yes I am trying to integrate Izzy into me, but I what I lack is the ability to regulate how much of him I feel. I go from numb to 100% emotion, and that's not good and not bearable.

Anyway, thank Christ for MS.

I'll be just fine and dandy
Lord, it's like a hard candy Christmas
I'm barely getting through tomorrow
But I won't let sorrow get me way down.