Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Rethinking my last post, maybe...what the heck? We are all trying to find "happiness" aren't we? Maybe I just say I am not because it is easier. Maybe I like living with the illnesses I have because they are my company. They are who I am. They define me, in a way. They are my soul mates. What would I do without them? Live a worry free life of crazy abandon? That would definitely be a strange pill for me to swallow. -But I have done the "right" things, I have gone to a therapist, I have taken medication. I talk about it to you...to a lot of people I meet. So what else? Where does that leave me? If I were going to "recover" wouldn't that have been already? I thought writing this blog would make things clear to me and really it is making me question everything. But the fact is as much as these things don't bother me, they sometimes do. Was that was the whole point of therapy and meds? Is acceptance what I have gained? Weird. I am more confused than ever. And you probably are too!
Posted by Shannon at 7:40 AM