Most Days, Other Days

My brain is on drugs,

Most days.

The drugs are meant to help,

Most days.

The doctors say this is so,

Most days.

I should feel significantly better

Most days.

Other days,

I may be in crisis.

Other days,

I may feel pain.

Other days,

I may not be able to get out of bed.

How do I work this into my day planner?

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About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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4 Responses to Most Days, Other Days

  1. This is so well written 🙂 Stay in bed and write?

  2. I can understand this so well. How often I have felt like this!
    Promise that I am not trying to get blog points here – but if different strategies than medication in addition to cognitive strategies appeal to you or mindfulness alone if you use this, you may be interested in some of the posts filed under the category ‘mindfulness & the senses’ on my blog regarding Sensory Modulation.

  3. You have a gift or telling it like it is. May you be heard!

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