From the title, the topic I’ll be discussing is obvious. Some random, super sweet and funny guy named McDavid. No lie, he really is a sweetheart, always there to support me.
No matter the problem, I know I can count on him!
Now then, McDavid is the brand name for the current ankle brace I’m wearing. My ankle has been hurting for the last 3 days now. At first, I forgot what happened and assumed that I injured myself in bed again.
You know?
Stretching to wake up and oops! Pulled and/or strained something just by moving. I know that doesn’t happen to everyone. However, if by chance it does, I am so sorry you’re dealing with that!
What actually happened is that I tried to correct myself while I was walking so I wouldn’t accidentally step on my kitten. Considering how painful it was and that she still jumps right up under my feet, I should have risked squishing her.
I know that sounds absolutely awful, but I’ve already accidentally stepped on and/or kicked her several times because I didn’t look down before I moved.
That kitten has the hardest head of any furry creature I’ve had in here. I literally watched her run headfirst into the bottom of the hard platform on the cat tower. And she kept going. I’ve also watched her tumbled head first off one of my chairs and seen her fall off the tower too.
She doesn’t have bones. That must be it.
Her favorite now is getting right between my feet when I’m trying to go down the stairs.
… If I ever stop posting and disappear, you’ll know that I probably tripped on the kitten, fell and broke my neck and am probably being eaten by her.
She’s a member of my family, so I’m sure she’d eat me if I died right in front of her.
Does that mean that my family is vicious and will tear and bite at you when you are down?
Absolutely.
Which is part of why I’m glad to be out of contact.
Sometimes though… I want so badly to reconnect with my dad with a call. Or a videochat.
I miss him.
But I also know there are risks if I allow myself to be exposed to them again.
I’m already messed up so badly in the head. I don’t need anything or anyone driving me in the wrong direction again.
I’m so grateful for my psychiatrist stepping in when she did. My first visit, she had the police heading right to my house.
To make sure I didn’t harm myself.
Between her and one of the other doctors there, I’m still around. I’m so happy when I see him.
I’m happy when I see her too. I know she’s overjoyed to see the progress I’ve been making.
At the end of the day, the medication is the thin – but very strong thread that’s holding me together too.
This blog, my therapy… and I’m about to resume another project I was working on that was a bit therapeutic.
More on that later.
~J. Lyst
I’ve been getting more ideas for my fics… I suppose I need to really pen out that schedule tonight before bed?
Whew…
Hey, Miss J! 
Your Thoughts?