When the side effects of the drugs you are taking are causing you more discomfort that the illness they are supposed to treat.
On the road to recovery, and adventures with my little red bicycle.
“So what’ve you been up to?”
Being envied for a life from which I’m desperately trying to escape.
“Oh you know, just been lazing around at home.”
What else was I supposed to say? If only you could comprehend the vacuum that’s consuming my entirety, the hopelessness that’s crashing me onto shores of despair, the constant voice in my head that’s screaming YOU ARE A WASTE OF SPACE, drowning out every ounce of logic I draw, and washing away any shred of evidence (if there were even any to begin with) of the contrary.
There are some of them too, amidst the bad ones.
Like finally getting a replacement for the faulty phone. Or being treated to a delicious meal. Watching an awesome musical movie and enjoying all of its songs and numbers. Spending an entire evening with friends, playing good ol’ fashioned games like aeroplane chess, uno, snap, and monopoly.
For when times are bad, remember these moments.
“Discomfort and pain is the price of admission to a meaningful life.” – Susan David
Time to stop running away. And probably start running. Literally.
Not a scientist.
Not a florist.
Not a potter.
Not an artist.
Not a craftsman.
Not an animator.
Not a photographer.
Not a writer.
Not a designer.
Not good at anything.
Today was supposed to be the day I got my life back together.
For a good start, which involved me settling down behind my desk (hasn’t happened in a year), the following chain of events didn’t quite work out.
My macbook charger died on me.
1. Submit online visa application
2. Watch Facebook videos from Darrell
3. Submit course-matching request and sort out timetable
4. Let the fact that school has started (but not for me) sink in
5. Make myself a cup of hot tea and reflect on last semester (plus grades)
6. Blog/Write something substantial
Baby steps, baby steps. Pace yourself.