Nurtured Words

Hello,

My, you’re like a baby in my life. Only around for one year, if that. You were so potent at first, you became a new panic attack in my life. You made me flop, stop and go black.You still do, just not for long and not as much. I wonder if my acceptance of you changed the way you work? Much like Medusa.

You were inevitable. All that strain I was under. So no wonder you came into my life. I couldn’t handle everything going on, so much pressure. So. You stopped me. Even just for moments. We stopped. And flopped. Surrendering, but not always in defeat.

You became a pinnacle of my life. Just there, without help around. I accept you’re here, I do, sometimes I wish you weren’t. I won’t lie. You never announce your arrival, you never say goodbye when we depart, you cause a headache! You know I hate headaches and it feels like I have ran a marathon after you. The energy you take, without consent I might add, and you just do as you please.

Now, you’re here when you please and I’ll just have to get used to it. But don’t think for a second you can make me flop at every turn. I have other ways of dealing with things. You know that. So please, be kind. Because I’m learning now how to adapt, with thanks to fibro.

Thanks, Leanne x