I wake up this morning and feel like I’m in a rush
What a familiar “feel”!
In a rush…
To get somewhere I’m not even sure I want to be?
Poke at the back of my mind
Speaking impending failure, embarrassment and shame
Of doubt, carelessness and disaster
Of looming danger and many reasons to panic
I’m running now!
Getting out of here is surely to my gain
No way to spend my time in fear, disgust and tears
I WILL SUCCEED!
No simpler way to put it
In fact, I’m counting on me
And that’s what’s real
I consider myself fortunate, blessed rather to have received an early diagnosis. At least I knew what was causing my symptoms. I’m sure I have issues that aren’t linked to my having bipolar disorde…
I usually finish these pieces with a paragraph to tie loose ends, but this piece in particular calls for special attention.
If there is one submission that you must read – it is this one.
My dear friend and one of my first followers, Ross, has written this incredible piece discussing life AFTER illness.
Yes, I did say AFTER.
Ross has gone on to lead a very active life after suffering for years with many mysterious symptoms, and Doctors who doubted him.
Please, PLEASE read and follow him at recoverychannel.wordpress.com
I guarantee there will be NO disappointments…
1 Pm and the alarm sounds. Glancing away from my keyboard I take a short breath and begin to rummage through a handful of medications, its that time of day. That time of day for the just over three thousand, four hundred and I’ve lost count dosages that keep this motor running.
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