It was a proud moment during writing group on Friday when I read aloud my first exercise and everyone commented on how much I write about sensory experiences and the out doors. "I really admire how grounded you get from nature," my friend Lisa said. "You can look out a window where I have to take a Klonopin."
It's true that nature is my healing force. I love it. I love leaves in my hair, and some dirt, and feeling the wind and smelling like sunshine and grass. Even very cold nights with stars ... I love that.
Grass on the railroad tracks. Flowers in parking lots. Trees beside the highway. It's not all perfect and idyllic, but at least you can't escape it. Or it can't escape you. Either way, we're better off with nature all around. I'm not sure the same is always true for Klonopin.
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