@Nebula my death is almost guaranteed to be horrible. I’m on decades old medication that is the only thing that works for me. I’ve been through all of this before though. The voices will start again and I will get more hostile. I will also quit sleeping from my PTSD and anxiety, making me even less stable. My body is slowly building up a resistance to the meds and then they will quit working all together. There haven’t been any new drugs come to market in a very long time. Eventually I will be rehospitalized for my issues as I’m trapped in the hell of my own mind not knowing what is real or my imagination anymore. 🦋
None of us know how long our candles burn, merely the direction in which our light shines, and I choose to shine mine to those still in the dark. I will rage my light, until my fires burn no more, for no one escapes their own end. But no tears, for that end is not today. For today I laugh, and sing, and cry... and thank God that I’m not strapped to a bed. 🖤
Today I’m not a grey X. Today I can tell people I love them and they are important to me. All I have is today but I’ll keep my today and all my todays until my todays are gone.
Although my body is battle weary and my soul is war worn, I’ve journey yet to go. More miles yet to travel and more promises still to keep...
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,. But I have promises to keep,. And miles to go before I sleep,. And miles to go before I sleep.” — Robert Frost
