Back in October I decided to stop taking my little blue pills.
I had gotten a notice that the rent on my workshop space was going up by $300.00 and I needed to make cuts in my budget.
Well, I didn’t need those little blue pills, at least that is what I thought. They cost $30.00 a month, since I don’t have health insurance.
Besides I did not want to rely on them for the rest of my life, after all, they were supposed to be a temporary fix..and I felt better.
So, where am I six months later?
I have been on the ledge of a dark precipace..staring into the darkness…clinging to my sanity..telling myself not to go there…but I slipped and into the rabbit hole I fell…..
…and darkness…despair….fear..anxiety…..embraced me..like a warm blanket in the cold…..
I failed…….so back to the blue pills we go…
there is a part of me that is fighting to be alive…that so desperately wants to experience joy..love…a life well lived…..but she has to be bigger than the darkness and sadness……and I don’t know how to do that without those little blue pills, that I have come to hate because it means that there is something so wrong with me……that death is often times more appealing to me than life…..