I felt the weight of being overwhelmed by having no control over my capacity to see. I ache to see clearly.
I felt the weight of being overwhelmed by having no control over my capacity to see. I ache to see clearly.
I had taken a cosmic step from a world of joy to one of a slow, not-so-far-away death.
I've lost count of the times I've tried to complete this post but the right thoughts eluded me for ages.
The Ghost and The Darkness are the names of the two lions in the movie of the same name. I've borrowed these names and given them to two of the most aggressive 'thought lions' my mind has encountered.
"It just isn't fair!" cried my very young grandson as he and I watched a children's video. A backyard soccer game between good guys and not-so-good guys.
This is a piece I don't want to talk about. I've said this too many times for my own good. I can recall the times I've also heard others mumble the same thing.
Of the pieces I've written so far, this one is more challenging than all the others combined. I know what I mean but will a reader? That's the unknown. Well, here goes.
My psychologist friend asked me what I miss most when my chronic pain is chronically intense. I said, "company".
It is taking me a long time to accept that "A half day is really OK." Mostly because it has to be OK. Chronic pain is so daily. It just does not go away even at night-especially at night