Chapter 18

           

           Or,rather-hereIam.IaminRome,andIamintrouble.ThegoonsofDepressionandLonelinesshavebargedintomylifeagain,andIjusttookmylastWellbutrinthreedaysago.Therearemorepillsinmybottomdrawer,butIdon’twantthem.Iwanttobefreeofthemforever.ButIdon’twantDepressionorLonelinessaround,either,soIdon’tknowwhattodo,andI’mspiralinginpanic,likeIalwaysspiralwhenIdon’tknowwhattodo.SowhatIdofortonightisreachformymostprivatenotebook,whichIkeepnexttomybedincaseI’meverinemergencytrouble.Iopenitup.Ifindthefirstblankpage.Iwrite:

           "Ineedyourhelp."

           ThenIwait.Afteralittlewhile,aresponsecomes,inmyownhandwriting:

           I’mrighthere.WhatcanIdoforyou?

           Andhererecommencesmystrangestandmostsecretconversation.

           Here,inthismostprivatenotebook,iswhereItalktomyself.ItalktothatsamevoiceImetthatnightonmybathroomfloorwhenIfirstprayedtoGodintearsforhelp,whensomething(orsomebody)hadsaid,"Gobacktobed,Liz."Intheyearssincethen,I’vefoundthatvoiceagainintimesofcode-orangedistress,andhavelearnedthatthebestwayformetoreachitiswrittenconversation.I’vebeensurprisedtofindthatIcanalmostalwaysaccessthatvoice,too,nomatterhowblackmyanguishmaybe.Evenduringtheworstofsuffering,thatcalm,compassionate,affectionateandinfinitelywisevoice(whoismaybeme,ormaybenotexactlyme)isalwaysavailableforaconversationonpaperatanytimeofdayornight.

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