I talk a lot about the worst of times, in terms of my illness, on this blog. Fortunately, my meds seems to be working better and better over time. I cannot remember the last time the voices tormented me. (I suppose that I could merely look back on this blog to check on that.) In the heat of torment by voices, I found it hard to be optimistic about my illness. Now that I am feeling better, I know that things could be worse. Less and less do I sit around asking, "Why me? Why was I afflicted with this disease?" I am lucky to be otherwise healthy. Antipsychotics cause nasty, uncontrollable weight gain. The trade off to that is that I am stable, voice-free, and feel blessed to be living the life I am living.
there's no special reason why any of us get sick or have disease or no feet. it's simply a natural condition of living in the world. we may have been perfect at one time and probably we will be again but not presently. it's sad and seems unfair until i realize earth chose for me to have an illness but she also chose good things for me too and i have to take the good with the bad.
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