And the walls kept tumbling down….
yesterday i had to ask my best friend to walk me to the chemist.
it’s two streets away, but i just couldn’t do it on my own.
my friend is wonderful, but i still felt pathetic.
today i had to get some blood tests. just routine tests that i have done regularly.
but, it felt like an impossible feat.
i took a double dose of diazepam & was still overwhelmed.
i began to cry when the nurse was taking blood
i found i could not stop
and, so spent a humiliating half hour trapped in waiting room toilet,
desperate not to share my fragile state with strangers.
now, i am home. Hating myself for all the things that i haven’t done.
from housework to commissions.
i don’t want to be back here,
frozen in panic
gobbling pills to survive another day.
i thought I was closing the book on blood
&
stitches
&
shame.
not so.
here i am once again mired in it.
even more frightening this time as i have more to lose.
and
because it’s a brutal reminder that there is no cure
this illness can crush me at anytime
control is an illusion.
06/10/2015 at 4:41 pm
i’m so sorry the cycle has come back around to this. just please try to remember that it swings the other way too. love you. ❤