De vogels zijn in de lucht verdwenen,
de laatste wolk drijft nu weg.
We zitten bijeen, de berg en ik,
totdat alleen de berg nog over is.
The birds have vanished down the sky.
Now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains.
Colorado...we think about you
Saturday, 23 June 2012
Can I write about last weeks? I decided to do this because if it helps only one person in the world, I did the right thing. If you read this blog longer than today, you know I'm bi-polar. It's difficult for the people who love me, because they see a happy Yvette when I'm very sad. The sadder the happier. In the revalidation team is a psychologist who found me strange. If you know me, you know I'm always a little strange, funny, chaotic, always in for a joke, a new adventure.... well .... a little strange. She ( the psychologist) put me aside for a talk. A couple of questions made it clear , that I was close to loosing contact with reality. Loosing contact with reality is in my case the cause of a severe death wish , and often I found myself in intensive care after a suicide attempt , not knowing what happened.
No cry for help as often is said.
An impulsive act from a disturbed person.
Please don't judge suicidal people
Do not think you are the cause of a suicide, if you lost someone
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
Please, try to love the distance between us.
Isn't it wonderful to see me as I am
Not distorted, not twisted.
Me, myself, I.
Wat zou ik graag willen dat je leert houden van de afstand tussen ons.
Wat is mooier dan mijn eigenheid te zien.
Geen verwrongen, geketend mens.
Ik, mezelf, mij.
closeup van eik/oak cloth under seawater