Feeling stuck creatively

[WendyLee]

I thought I was hiding my meds on myself, but found out that my career-criminal duplex-mates have gotten into my side of the house thru' the attic wall. I blocked the entry they made with a bunch of boxes of glass jars* , and blocked the attic door with a big outdoor chair and a couple of bins. I also bought bells to put on my doors just in case. Sheesh.

*/Some of the inner alters want to can food and be just like Donna Reed, but other alters get tired and triggered in the heat and from standing too long. The jars and pressure cooker will mainly go to a neighbor who likes to can fruits and veggies./

In a way it was a good thing that I thought I was dissociating and hiding the meds on myself. I have been in severe denial my whole life about how bad my situation really is and I guess we needed a big wake up call.

I/we have been too smart for our own good... by covering up for everyone and, in the end, not really taking care of anyone, or us, at all.