Joyce left the most pitiful note on my door last night basically lamenting the fact that her doctor is holding her out of work for two more months. "What am I going to do?" she wrote in the letter. "I have always worked and it keeps my bi-polar in check. It keeps me from being so hyper. Dear God, help me!!!!"
I've seen her driving some today and just saw her meddling around in her trunk. I need to go talk to her, but I am having a hard time getting it together today. I slept until two this afternoon. Rosa left early this morning. I need to go let her know she is not alone and that I understand. I am afraid she thinks I am avoiding her because of the intimacy of the letter left on my door. The letter was risky and very personal, characteristic of something somebody would write if they are mentally ill. Personal boundaries tend to get muddled or forgotten when in the throes of a mental illness.