What it’s like daily…..
Swimming thoughts with no clear direction
Attention to task fleeting from one half completed job to the next
Pondering over nothing of much importance
Moments of intensity mixed with staring and stillness
Surely others can relate I’m sure even though it feels so lonely
Similar to being alone on a deserted island without land or people in sight
Different in a way now since I know it has a name
Grieving still everyday of my 39 years clawing to normalcy
I always knew I was complicated
People say we are broken, others like us.
I know this to be untrue, I embrace the many like me and hope to ease their worry.
I live to tell them I’m proud for pushing through the chaos in their own way. Different yes but never lower than the rest.
Hang on you are indeed worthy