Saturday, May 14, 2016


There are days when it gets bad.  Then worse.

I feel these days like I did when I was in the hospital.  Instead of walls that keep me from taking a breath of fresh air whenever I want, I have walls that keep me from doing the most menial tasks.  They feel like Herculean efforts.  It makes me look as though I don't care.  It makes me look lazy.  Ungrateful for what I have.

There are days when getting out of bed feels like I will fall off the edge of the Earth of I take one step off.

The only true respite I receive is through medication.  To calm me within the hour.  To lessen the burden.

To turn the world I see into a lighter shade of grey.

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