Здоровье под таблами. Отсутствие перспектив. Сума, психушки, потери рассудка… Бессилие, отдышка и неодетый презерватив. Таблетки гасят нещадно, Растет доза- падла, Но, как не крути, Эт лучше, чем в дурке, Хлебать носом щи. Нет смысла винить себя. Но и гордиться не стоит. Давно прошли уже времена, Когда я чего-то, да стоил. Талантлив условно, Мешки не ворочаю. В башке сплошь кисель, Как в мусорнике у обочины. Пошло бы все нахуй, Звонко и далеко. Чтобы не телку трахая… А достигая чего-то, Радовало естество. Тут, блять, рисуй не рисуй, Свою пирамиду Маслоу. Все равно, в итоге, Пустой карман. И незаконченный поцелуй.
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I am running
I am running from realiity I am running from myself Is it life in it’s mortality? Or, am I losing sense? I believe that I am needed Or I need to feel like that I see people through the face of abnormality I don’t need to ask about a given tense This is my own sort of parity With those who can make a mess.
Can you adapt to being chronically ill?
The question above is quite hard to answer briefly. I have many thoughts, but I still don’t have an answer that is clear and simple. It depends on many aspects. Being disabled means you’re not fully adapted for an independent life, but in many cases you can still work, be sociable, make family, etc. It is also important to mention that illness, whether it is physical or mental, takes a lot of time to adapt. You actually need a lot of time to fight yourself and understand your new way of life. You start to think that you may win the battle with it and illness will just disappear. Or you may start to feel depressed and loose the ground beneath you. I’ve had a long journey with my mental disorder. I write here to address readers, who deal with this kind of pain. I know that many people suffer from stigma. I know, how hard it is to understand, that your life will never be as easy as it has been before you’ve changed for good. I am trying to find something positive in things that surround me daily or briefly. I write this now and I am happy that I can concentrate for long enough to finish my thoughts and stay in one piece. English isn’t my mother tongue, but I love writing and I love English. That is why I do it. I really believe that at some point people will find a solution to make a breakthrough in medication. To some extent it has already happened. Imagine, how hard it was back then, when there was no treatment for patients at all. Now I can drink medication and live a life with certain restrictions, but it does help. I remember years at the “beginning” when I refused to drink my drugs. So I didn’t drink them at all for a year. It is common among new patients. But after this mistake I clearly understood that medication really can help. I can control my ups and downs more easily with my doctor. And I can live happily and enjoy my life. Thanks for reading.