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Living bipolar daydreams, skirmishing minions for fate, she barely sustained. |
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This is a start for drafting a rather large narrative. I know there are holes where info needs to go, but I had a real hard time even starting this. I'd be very grateful for comments and opinions, and places where I need to insert more narrative for this much to catch a reader's interest AND make sense. Many thanks! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dawnelle lived an emotional roller coaster of highs and lows that reverberated like rhymed couplets in some Emily Dickinson's poem. She wanted to believe that the past six months of personal confusion and deepening clinical depression would eventually sweep away like so many leaves on a blustry afternoon. She realized an urgent necessity of awakening within herself a more positive perspective on life. She was too down. Dreary winter dragged on, and she had yet to reorder the bedlam that had become her environment. She wasn't in mental chaos. However, Dawnelle had been only slightly successful in resolving many of the blanks of what actually had transpired. She visualized events like scenes of a stage play, but could not quite decipher how much her creative subconscious still held in reign. Dawnelle, living as sole human in the household she shared with her cats and dogs, had been content with her mundane routine for several years. She was unaware that she had experienced even one blackout, but half memories of conversations and unexplained medical bills finally piqued her curiosity. sorry, unfinished . |
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