Posted by lostsailor on April 12, 2003, at 15:47:53
In reply to Life sucks, posted by mmcasey on April 12, 2003, at 13:04:35
MMC,
I know only to well what you are talking about. I have felt this way on and off for what seems like eternity. Drugs work but only when you find the right ones. Later those often "poop-out" and the mad doc mixes a new tonic. Sometimes pleasant; other times bitter. Sometimes potent, others weak.
For me...
It started with panic attacks
and those made me sad.
The sadness lead to despair
and in despair one can't be glad.
Desire was cloaked in self-loathing
So I hid and now am scared to go out.
I got lonely which made me loony
I sit isolated; I am an island.
I’m no Paul Simon.Not being "me" led to fear,
all wanted me to be "me."
I couldn't and I can't.
Now I am me, which most don't get.They loved and I ran.
I longed for them,
but needed to be alone.
I am good at being alone now,
an eccentric recluseI have given up on "me' but not me.
I must have hope.
You must too;
we hope for you, tooI still miss "me,"
but have accepted me.
I two great friends, my mom and my cat.
I guess, for now,
I must like it like that.Welcome to PB, feel free to be yourself.
God knows we are here and meds come in chilled
glasses.
Shaken or stirred??>>I'll pourIn peace,
~tony
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