I heard once that mental illness isn’t a caserole dish kind of illness. It doesn’t invite people or attract company. It rather detaches and builds iron gates between the ill and once directly affected.
Let’s be more kind.
༒•"I have all the wisdom I need to experience my highest good with ease and grace.“•༒
-The Wisdom of Unicorns, Joules Taylor
I don’t know how or when it happened. why it was fate likes this. my brain was connected to a string and the string got cut. Like a trigger pulled. ever since the one day cruising on the highway, I’ve never been the same. lights between the trees, I’m muffled screaming please. I’m down on both knees. spasmodic body ricocheting and foot stomping the gas. my friend sitting next to me, scared off his ass.
Well at this point I’m realizing this is where it happens. The plan I had can no longer be achieved. I won’t make another weld. I’ll never draw another bead. Can’t rip another two stroke, can’t break my arm on another tree. Insurance prices are rising in the near future and it’s replacing my drivers license. confession for confession, only ignored it because of deep rooted depression and anxiety followed by violent repercussions. it doesn’t hurt if it’s numb. I knew I was about to be the person I didn’t want to become.
Multiple tests, just words we don’t understand. MD’s sliding throughout our hands. fed up with it, but helpless and clueless. I’ve got the damage. I’ve got the bruises. I didn’t take as many wins as I did losses. Things can change in a matter of seconds. I’ve learned that I need to always be grateful. whether you’re bitchin’ about designer clothes or disliking the food on your table. this goes out to everyone, same or different. Love the life you have because it could change in an instance.