Like a lost sheep Lambo wanders back to the fold looking sheepish and wagging his tail

I stopped blogging so long ago that I have forgotten not just why I stopped but why I even started, I do recollect though that I found the process of writing to be difficult. Now though I am finding not blogging to be just as difficult, plus blogging is something I want to do how weird is that eh!

It would be very sad and something of a miracle if events, life events, world events, and personal events had not taken place in the time since my last post and this one. So no surprises or miracles here, lots of things have happened in each of those areas. So much in fact that I will not even attempt to fill in the past all in one go. It is enough though to say that one of the main reasons for coming back to blogging is the therapeutic element.

I have been assessed as being even more mad and bad than my previous assessment, although in all fairness I knew that already but since I was not supposed to be listening to the voices then I ignored it and continued my downhill slalom between high energy and mental stimulus and the lows of feeling like crap and being unable to put one word along with another. I also still have a disability that I have had since I was born. This continues to delight by finding new and unexpected ways to provide me with evidence that I am still disabled just in case I had forgotten. So as well as new there is old also to talk about.

I want just to say though and it is fair to point out that this is the first rant of the session, that I am not blogging as therapy. Yes I did say earlier that blogging has a therapeutic element, but I do not mean nor will I be surprised to find that after doing this activity for a day, a week, a year even, that I feel no better. The point of the therapy is not to directly help, I could get drugs, or drink, or sex, or any other "quick fix feel better fr an hour or two" solution if what I wanted was a small glow of inner relief. Being clever with words, or ranting on "tinternet"is a therapy in the sense that it gets stuff out of my head. It is then my job to look at this stuff, explore it, discover what I can about myself from it, and then move on. In other words Blogging like any of the talking therapies is only the process, the results are found later possibly years after. Blogging is also a better way f passing the time than ranting at the dogs who only assume the hundreds of words that I mouth at them all mean food. Or sitting watching television for most of the day, broken by short spells of wondering where my life went.

I do want comments and feedback so fire away and keep breaking the silence!