Haiku of frustration, and a war story.

Sweater made of lace
Silly mistakes are everywhere
Hurl it across room.

Serrano is going much better now that I ripped out all 6.75 inches of the front left side and re-knit it this morning.  Still, I’m frustrated at my stupid mistake (hence the haiku). Tomorrow I’m hoping to finish up the right side, then start on the back.  It really is going much quicker now.

I spent about 30 minutes talking to a co-worker today, who happens to be my sister in mental illness.  We don’t have the same diagnosis, but it’s close enough that I could recognize it in her as soon as I got to know her.  She has old scars on her arms that are quite impressive, that I had seen a few months earlier.  It was when I saw those marks that I knew.  Whenever I see scars on people’s arms, I always think them the results of mental illness.  Often, I’m wrong.  In this case, however, I wasn’t.  It was one of those times when I was sorry that I was right.

I always get very thoughtful after swapping war stories with someone, and tonight I feel almost…nostalgic.  Talking about the past just reminds me how far I’ve come, and makes me hope that she can do the same.

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