I cannot stop thinking back to before all this happened and I was well and happy with life. I get constant snippets of emotional memories that for some reason seem to encapsulate my essence when I was well:
a good moment with an old lover.
The feeling of raw physicality I used to possess.
The feeling of deep, deep relaxation sat in the garden after a hard day at work, knowing your job was done.
the happy moment your head hits the pillow and your mind naturally flows into its' dream state.
It's been so long since I felt anything other than terror. When I walk around in town I people watch indiscriminately and marvel at the beautiful simplicity of their minds and lives (I assume, I know everyone has problems). I even found myself walking past a field thinking I would do anything to trade places with that cow.
Even though I love my brother I almost hate being around him now because we used to be such a good double team, and now I feel like a patient with 0 personality, 0 mental flexibility, sunken, defeated..
Then the voice comes in and tells me that kind of simple life is beyond me now and fear is all I'll ever know, the panic rises.
I tell myself God does not give us a load greater than we can bear, and make a pact with myself to stay alive, at least another day
wake, rinse and repeat
a good moment with an old lover.
The feeling of raw physicality I used to possess.
The feeling of deep, deep relaxation sat in the garden after a hard day at work, knowing your job was done.
the happy moment your head hits the pillow and your mind naturally flows into its' dream state.
It's been so long since I felt anything other than terror. When I walk around in town I people watch indiscriminately and marvel at the beautiful simplicity of their minds and lives (I assume, I know everyone has problems). I even found myself walking past a field thinking I would do anything to trade places with that cow.
Even though I love my brother I almost hate being around him now because we used to be such a good double team, and now I feel like a patient with 0 personality, 0 mental flexibility, sunken, defeated..
Then the voice comes in and tells me that kind of simple life is beyond me now and fear is all I'll ever know, the panic rises.
I tell myself God does not give us a load greater than we can bear, and make a pact with myself to stay alive, at least another day
wake, rinse and repeat