by btweenmainstrms » Thu Nov 15, 2007 3:24 am
In as much as three words I can sum up my entire idea of who myself is "I don't know". I was when I was and now am this. My world is mostly still within, dreams and other have passed or not realizing they went by. Without is a word I can only say I felt once. Without a self I can say I ask all the time. Today I watched as two men were speaking, then two women or one of the men. It was at my mental health center. The speed of descision what to say was normal to me. An average conversation. My life is where I sit and try to think of words phrases and can't. I do say some things, but my motion is slow and my words are far between, confused and misunderstood. Those are my illness conversations when the illness is obvious and shows. I don't think of me having anymore but a injured self. One that can't do everyday things but scattered those thoughts are. And with mostly a blank thought. It's not a granted peace, I think I'm dying. I was also diagnosed with schitzophrenia paranoia, and depression. I pray It's the depression not the other. My art world went from walking people to blank colors, It's true. Well, my attitude is better and my motion will be I hope.