I am some days br my Best Me br others br I've been submerged br by that Other Me. br br Some days br I am fun and funny br others I don that cloak br of sadness, br eat gobs of pity pie br and flagons of dark sorrow. br br Other days br I am ethereal, br days lost to bad br or absent memory- br foggy hours br on end some times- br and br as in a dream vision br I arrive back br on Planet Mine br wondering br where I have been. br br Some days br the weariness br of not being able to count br on Me-Steady; br br feeling burdened br where I long to wring br from my life br the Drama Foam br which fuzzes up br the clarity I need br to connect all of the br aspects of me br into one coherent whole. br br I have some parts br I cannot mend br and I have my fear br that if br the good me br touches the bad br me br all I will have left br are the bad parts. br br So I keep them separated br from each and me. br br But you know br it's only me fearing br my friends tell me' br while there is this battle on br for sure; br that the good parts of me br are so very strong br those are the parts br they are putting their money on. br br I guess it true; br I do br like most of me br enough br to write this to you. br br Love br Anita. br br Root for me.