The lyric "you can do magic, your the one can put out the fire" has been skipping in my mind all morning. I've been up about an hour and a half.

My family is on fire. Not just my siblings but my parents,aunts and uncles and cousins.  Is it up to me to put out that fire? If it is I don't have the strength or the desire.

Its been a few frustrating days. I go see my pdoc for my Risperadol Consta shot. I'm racking my mind to have something to tell him. I got nothing. Besides the visit will only be 5 minutes. The shot will help. I feel like a derailed train. I go off path every now and again.

I'm waiting in the hall for the next door to open. I have been focusing on trying to close a door. I wait. Thankfully I'm a patient man.

Here they are! The voices have come to torture me. So they think.

 I sound cynical. I am. I have too much on my plate. I am a classic multitasker (old work habit). I am calm and I'm thinking clearly. Maybe its anger. Misplaced anger.

Yesterday I had a bout of anxiety. That worries me. If I had a choice I'd take depression over anxiety. I know how to handle depression.

Thanks for letting me vent and whine a bit. I needed to unload that crap.

Take care until we meet again.

Live, love, laugh, learn, listen,

Dave