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