Snappy

10-16-17

I was given a rubberband. I am to snap it, not too hard, if I have bad, obsessive, paranoid, intrusive, etc. thoughts.

It's been a week and a half. I don't need to snap it much anymore. But I've become quite attached to it.

I wear it 24/7.  In my sleep. In the shower. Always.

It's losing it's elasticity.

Sometimes it catches when I change my clothes. I scramble to find it and put it back on.

Whenever things get ugly in my head it literally "SNAPS" me out of it.

I'm filled with trepidition at the idea of it finally breaking.

*SNAP*

UPDATE:

Snappy was laid to rest surrounded by loved one, in the journal.
He went out flying off his loved one's wrist and snapping her husband in the face for constant mockery.

He was a good Snappy. He will be missed.

RIP Snappy. 10-25-17

"Grief is just love squaring up to it's oldest enemy." ~Kate Braestrup