Just musing.
Imagine that everything is going really, really well and something comes along with a little pinprick to let a bit of wind out of your sails. Pretty normal, right?
Okay. Imagine this. Instead of a little pinprick it is something that feels like a maniac with a chainsaw. That is a whole 'nother story. Yet sometimes that is the way it feels to we who have this disorder.
Here is what I personally feel like when that happens. I feel like the stump left behind by that chainsaw. My beacon of hope is to imagine myself as that stump and imagine that I will regenerate new offshoots from that stump. It gives me hope. If I can keep imagining regeneration, I can continue to live. Otherwise...
I meant to post this tomorrow, but it seemed so important tonight to get that off my chest. Today was a dirty dishes and sparkling clean windows day. Hope yours was of the sparkling clean windows variety.
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