This body, my heart and even some errant cells keep hijacking my time, my thoughts, my energy, and my happiness! Now, I really understand that pitiful cliché “If you have your health, you have everything” although I am also certain that the ones that sling around this pathetic quote have never had a long term chronic disease. I am caught somewhere between putting on a mask and acting like I am fine for others because they could never understand this or hiding away so no one sees the dismal down side of this body crapping out on me. Please believe me, wanting the people in my life that I love to understand this exasperation would be wonderful, but I know that it just cannot happen. I know am totally capable of depressing a saint with my self pity! How do I make it stop? Where is the fucking instruction manual for this?
"Fumbling Towards Ecstacy" Sarah McLachlan