A curious thing has happened. I find that the red flags that I normally watch for to ascertain whether or not Bonnie is about to have an episode are appearing again - this time, however, they are appearing in regard to myself.
I have trouble arising from bed; I have no real desire to. My appetite has diminished appreciably. Pursuits that would normally give me enjoyment hold little or no attraction for me. My ability to maintain concentration is not what it should be. There is a sense of surreality to my existence that has heretofore not been present, and I find myself listening more closely to neighborhood sounds than is my usual wont. If I saw these behavioral traits manifesting in connection to Bonnie, I would be on the phone to her therapist soonest.
But they are occurring to me.
I cannot afford this. I don't need this shit. The weather is rough enough without adding this to it. Nevertheless, I'm going to try to ride the storm out.
Items that appear here will be instigated by Bonnie, except for the occasional puzzle. I find them to be about the only things that, at present, hold any interest whatsoever for me, and I will cling to anything to get through this. Wish me luck.