I have mental illness. Mind clarity is rare, too briefly and often too late. Old friends and acquaintances would look away when they see me. Yup, that unpopular. Of course, I get angry and hurt but deep down, I know I’d do the same too, if I saw 'me'. That’s the icy cold papercut truth. The illness cuts even deeper. I thank you for your readership. Your presence here makes me feel less alone. This blog helps me remember my true worth as a person, and how my own mind threatens it.
Thursday, September 21, 2017
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
One More Light by Linkin Park
Should've stayed,
were there signs, I ignored?
Can I help you, not to hurt, anymore?
We saw brilliance, when the world, was asleep
There are things that we can have, but can't keep
[Chorus]
If they say
Who cares if one more light goes out?
In the sky of a million stars
It flickers, flickers
Who cares when someone's time runs out? If a moment is all we are
Or quicker, quicker
Who cares if one more light goes out?
Well I do
[Verse 2 ]
The reminders, pull the floor from your feet
In the kitchen, one more chair than you need,
oh And you're angry, and you should be, it's not fair
Just 'cause you can't see it, doesn't mean it, isn't there
Should've stayed,
were there signs, I ignored?
Can I help you, not to hurt, anymore?
We saw brilliance, when the world, was asleep
There are things that we can have, but can't keep
[Chorus]
If they say
Who cares if one more light goes out?
In the sky of a million stars
It flickers, flickers
Who cares when someone's time runs out? If a moment is all we are
Or quicker, quicker
Who cares if one more light goes out?
Well I do
[Verse 2 ]
The reminders, pull the floor from your feet
In the kitchen, one more chair than you need,
oh And you're angry, and you should be, it's not fair
Just 'cause you can't see it, doesn't mean it, isn't there
Tuesday, September 05, 2017
"I can't afford another meltdown"
- a self-warning to be careful as NOT to slip again.
I say this each time I seem to be recovering, seem to be getting back on my feet.
Each time I start a new job, when all seems so hopeful.
Yet, I still fall.
And when I'm down again in my darkest hole, the thought of giving all up, "I can't do this again" will be on replay.
And yet, here I am.
I'm still here.
I will climb back up again.
I will fall again.
I can do this.
Again.
- a self-warning to be careful as NOT to slip again.
I say this each time I seem to be recovering, seem to be getting back on my feet.
Each time I start a new job, when all seems so hopeful.
Yet, I still fall.
And when I'm down again in my darkest hole, the thought of giving all up, "I can't do this again" will be on replay.
And yet, here I am.
I'm still here.
I will climb back up again.
I will fall again.
I can do this.
Again.
Labels:
Mental illness/Disability,
Pain,
WorkLife
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