Every second of the waking day, now, I'm fearing that this amazing dream will shatter.
Looking for banana skins, like tonight, next Saturday, the Saturday after.
Looking down and getting the fears. There's no up direction to look to, not for the time being.
I'm using medication from the Champagne region of France, even that doesn't seem to help much.
Any psychologists out there?
Does hope have stages - like they say you go through different emotional states after finding out you have a terminal illness?
First few weeks of the season it was delight and buzz, party-time and a little disbelief.
Next few weeks, growing belief and desire, lust for success...
Now, a sense of incipient fragility, paranoia and dread...waiting for the defeat and what lies beyond it!
HELP!
Looking for banana skins, like tonight, next Saturday, the Saturday after.
Looking down and getting the fears. There's no up direction to look to, not for the time being.
I'm using medication from the Champagne region of France, even that doesn't seem to help much.
Any psychologists out there?
Does hope have stages - like they say you go through different emotional states after finding out you have a terminal illness?
First few weeks of the season it was delight and buzz, party-time and a little disbelief.
Next few weeks, growing belief and desire, lust for success...
Now, a sense of incipient fragility, paranoia and dread...waiting for the defeat and what lies beyond it!
HELP!