Through my eyes

please understand that this is not a post to elicit pity, there are people out there that feel the same way, I want them to know they’re not alone

crying eyesYou live in an isolated area.
You have no friends,
It’s difficult to make new ones because…
You no longer have a working brain,
Your medications make you stupid,
You can’t hold down a job,
You can’t concentrate long enough for a hobby,
There are no opportunities nearby,
No opportunities for “people like you.”

Imagine you’re used to seeing your grandchildren at least once a week,
Now decrease that to once a year, if you’re lucky.

Sometimes I feel like a foreigner.
I’m not from this world.
I don’t fit, believe me, I’ve tried.

And I’m tired.
I’ve been fighting this illness for 50+ years.
I’ve been on the medication merry-go-round for 30+ years.
I’m tired enough that it would be so easy to just lay down to sleep
And not wake up.

4 thoughts on “Through my eyes

  1. I understand tired. I understand not fitting in. I understand struggle. I understand isolation. And, hey, you are right — it sure ain’t easy.
    We aren’t alone. Thank you for reminding us that our isolation is a shared experience. There is somebody out there.

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  2. I completely understand where you are coming from. Life’s difficulties, especially dealing with those with a mental illness, can be excruciatingly challenging. You are strong. You are worthy. And you are so so loved though, and as you know, getting through so horrifying rough patches are definitely worth it for those few good days that do exist. Keep this up, the writing, you’ve got talent!

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